The crazy Taoist is dead.
A powerful man at the level of a Six Realm Heavenly Man, no matter if he is placed in any county or even region in the Great Xia Dynasty, he is the founder of a sect, and no one can underestimate his ordinary existence.
If there was such a person in Beijun, and if he died, it would definitely cause a sensation in the entire cultivation world.
Ji Ning sighed slightly in his heart, but now the mad Taoist's death was as insignificant as dust and failed to stir up any splash.
This group of Seventh Realm Venerables from various major domains and different forces, all with a calm look on their faces, fell back to their original positions safely.
Everyone's expressions were as if what just happened had never happened at all.
Everyone who comes here is mentally prepared.
The saying that Xiushan is a restricted area for humans is more than just talk.
Not everyone can cross the long river of demon clan like Ye Jiu, kill a king-level demon and then return safely.
Moreover, this restricted area may be much scarier than the long river of the demon clan.
Although Longtan Peak has not yet reached the most dangerous core area in Xiushan, it is not far behind. Even if some taboo changes happen next moment and all of them are buried here, people outside will not be surprised.
He has already made up his mind to die, so what does it mean to be a crazy Taoist in the dead zone?
Ji Ning came back to his senses. At this time, several seniors had already taken turns to fight, each using their strongest means. It was not easy to see the pressure, but each one failed faster than the last. .
The reason is probably that the White Fish Sword doesn't want to play anymore.
It's boring, very tiring.
Come on quickly, pick up your pants and leave quickly.
Bang!
There was another loud noise, and another person was bounced off by the sword light of the White Fish Sword and fell to the ground in embarrassment.
Ji Ning's eyes narrowed, this person was already the sixth person to fail.
There were only ten people in the room, which meant that the only ones left who had not tried it were him, Qi Lan, the mountain-like man in black behind him, and the man opposite who was wearing a bright mandarin jacket, with a sharp mouth, monkey cheeks, and a small beard. middle-aged man with bright eyes.
Only the four of them were left.
"Who goes first?"
The middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks asked with narrowed eyes.
Although he was asking, his unquestionable gaze fell on Ji Ning and Qi Lan.
His identity is just a casual cultivator in the Southern Territory. He is in the Venerable realm like the crazy Taoist. It was just an accident that he got the bone token.
Luck has supported him till now.
And those who were stronger than him, the crazy Taoist, Mu Yuan Zhenren, even the master of the Immortal Sect, and other heroes of the Seventh Realm, were all defeated.
He will definitely lose.
But he doesn't want to lose.
Bai Chengluo's expression was gloomy, and he clenched his fists hard. After the challenges from the first six monks, he was increasingly able to understand the nature of the white fish sword.
After all, it is an artifact. Even if it has some spirituality, its mind is definitely not comparable to that of humans.
He clearly saw the preferences of the White Fish Immortal Sword, knew how to let the White Fish Immortal Sword recognize him, and how to avoid its sharp edges and try to last as long as possible.
——As long as the behavior is not excessive, the White Fish Sword will not deliberately make things difficult, and will be tested with the same level of strength.
Therefore, every time someone fails, Bai Chengluo thinks that his chance of success is much higher.
Now it's the two boys' turn to go.
Looking at the other party's unquestionable gaze, Ji Ning's expression condensed, and he glanced at Qi Lan, and then at the man in black behind him.
"Aren't the two seniors going to give it a try?"
Liu Qing sat on the spot like a giant Buddha, with a body shape like a hill, and said lightly:
"You guys go first."
The man with the sharp mouth and monkey cheeks naturally had the same answer.
As the two weakest people among the ten, Ji Ning and Qi Lan naturally had no room for bargaining, so they could only look at each other helplessly.
During the exchange of glances, each other understood what the other meant.
"Who comes first?"
"Anything is fine."
"Then let me go first."
"OK."
Qi Lan took a deep breath and then walked out of the field.
Everyone's eyes followed him.
As a junior, he was able to cross the restricted area of Xiushan and come here alone, standing with giants like them in the cultivation world. The luck or luck of Qi Lan and Ji Ning can already explain some problems.
Everyone knows that the future of the world belongs to young people.
The same goes for opportunity.
When an artifact has spirituality, when it chooses it, it will definitely hope to choose someone who is both young and has potential. I have never heard of an old monster who got the opportunity to reach the pinnacle of life.
Therefore, how Qi Lan attempts to surrender the White Fish Sword deserves their attention.
"But he uses a knife, so there seems to be no chance."
Master Mu Yuan noticed the golden knife on Qi Lan's waist and said lightly.
In fact, for ordinary people, swords and knives are just weapons for hurting people. There is no distinction between strength and weakness. People who use swords can also use knives, and vice versa.
But if it is placed in the world of practice, especially for young monks who have just entered practice, the choice of weapons is very important.
What you sow, you will bear.
For most people, all future achievements will be related to the techniques and weapons they were exposed to when they first entered the spiritual world.
Those who practice a certain type of inherited magic will most likely be like their master. Those who show some talent in formations at the beginning will have a very low chance of becoming an alchemist in the future.
The same principle applies to weapons.
For those who have just started using swords, it is difficult to switch to learning swords, because although they are both iron weapons, they are used in thousands of different ways, and it is not that easy to switch easily.
Sure enough, after Qi Lan walked up with the golden sword on his waist, the white fish sword above did not show any interest, but only slightly released a trace of sword intent, and walked over Qi Lan's body to confirm. After some exploration of the latter's roots, he fell silent again.
Qi Lan was left out, but he didn't give up because of it.
"I didn't expect that in such an era, I could encounter such a top-quality sword. It seems that Ye Jiu is indeed, as you said, a unique swordsman."
The old man with the spirit of the Mountains and Rivers Sheji Diagram kept praising in Qi Lan's sea of consciousness.
He and the white fish sword are both artifacts, so he can better understand how difficult it is to achieve the quality of the latter.
Even though he has followed so many masters, met so many unparalleled powerful men, and met many weapon refiners whose skills are enough to be famous throughout the ages, in their hands, he has a total of magic weapons that can rival this white fish sword. I have never seen more than three.
His own quality is even worse.
But the latter is obviously just an ordinary iron sword.
How must Ye Jiu be so incredible that he can nourish him day and night and turn an ordinary iron sword into the fairy sword it is today?
The old man Qi Ling didn’t know.
But he knew that today's opportunity was huge, and he had to help Qi Lan win it.
If he can really inherit it, then as long as Qi Lan practices steadily in the future, it is almost a certainty that the rules of his small world will be completed.
So when Qi Lan drew his sword and shot at the White Fish Immortal Sword, he did not hold back at all. He directly activated the Mountains and Rivers Society Map, and a small amount of the original power of the world spurted out and attached to Qi Lan. on the sword.
"Go ahead and surrender it!"
The golden light in Qi Lan's hand flashed, and the cold sword intent was mixed with the purest aura of the Dao rules in the world, just like the fragments falling after the heaven was broken. The aura was so mixed and pure, making all the monks present fierce. The ground was startled.
"It's the breath of the Dao Rules!"
"Impossible, how can a small first-level monk understand the rules of the great road, and there are so many of them!"
All the monks in the field were shocked at this moment, looking at Qi Lan jumping up in the air with stunned expressions.
The original aura of the great road of the Mountains and Rivers Sheji map separated by the old man Qi Ling contains all the power of the entire corner of the world. The lines of the great road that he had previously carved with supreme power and spent countless energy to write down are all integrated at this moment. Entering the golden light, it turned into a white fish sword that rushed into the air.
In other words, Qi Lan's sword truly contains the Dao, and there are countless types of it, the original and most original type in the world.
The higher the realm of practitioners, the clearer their understanding of the rules and the perception of the Tao, and the clearer they are, the more they feel awe and fear.
No matter how strong a person is, they are just users of the great avenue.
These monks who stand on the top of the clouds can move mountains and reclaim seas with a flip of their hands. They seem to be so powerful that even the law of heaven will not tolerate them. They will send down tribulations and baptismal punishments, and they are respected by everyone.
However, only they themselves know how weak they are.
In this world, there are more than three thousand avenues.
People like them only need to understand one of them and get a glimpse of the door, and then they can fly in the world of practice, talk to ordinary monks, and become guests of the immortal sect.
So are there people who have understood the entire avenue?
have.
But even if those people think they have understood a complete avenue, it may not be that what they have understood is complete.
It seems very convoluted and awkward, but in fact it is like this. The avenues exist based on the world, or in other words, the endless avenues together form a world.
When you understand one of the avenues and think that you have completely understood it, in fact it is just a leaf blocking your eyes, sitting in a well and looking at the sky.
The avenues are endless and the rules will never be seen through.
This is the way of heaven.
For this kind of thing, all practitioners in the world are flocking to it and fearing it like a tiger.
But there is no doubt that monks who can understand the rules of the Tao, or can reach this threshold, must at least be practitioners in the Tao realm, that is, the fourth realm.
But if you really want to understand some of the mystery, you will be in a state of disaster.
Because I have understood some of the rules of the great road, God will send down punishment.
But why is Qi Lan, a young monk in the first realm?
How could he be able to cut out such a sword that contains countless rules of the great road!
At this time, everyone looked at Qi Lan with a wonderful expression, and even his breathing began to become rapid.
The six-level monk with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks was also startled at first, and then suddenly became nervous.
He didn't expect Qi Lan to be so strong. The rules of the Dao seemed to be more diverse than what he understood.
And since he was so young, there was no guarantee that the White Fish Immortal Sword would really fall in love with him, so he would just surrender and accept him as his master.
A young hero, a fairy sword passed down, this will definitely be a good story.
But, if that's the case, what should I do?
Bai Chengluo's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. For a moment, he even wanted to step forward and stop Qi Lan, lest the other party really succeeded, and then he might regret today's choice for ten thousand years in his future life.
But at this moment, he was about to step forward and take action.
Behind Ji Ning, the man who used his body to cover up a shadow like a hill suddenly opened his eyes and glanced at Bai Chengluo.
"Boom!"
The unimaginable torrent of oppression surged out crazily with overwhelming force!
Bai Chengluo spat out a mouthful of blood, with a horrified look on his face. He was slammed against the stone wall behind him. He couldn't move at all, because the huge and terrifying pressure was still gathering on his body. His ribs were broken into countless pieces. The fingers holding the magic weapon were all crushed and shattered.
And from beginning to end, the man just glanced at him!
"what's the situation!"
Everyone's expressions were startled, and they were all a little nervous in the face of the terrifying pressure.
The strength of the man in black had been proven before he entered Longtan Peak. He showed no sign of timidity when facing the entire Immortal Sect's powerful men alone, and even beat up the elder of the Seventh Realm with all his teeth on the ground.
And from the beginning to the end, his sword was not unsheathed, he was just hitting people with the sheath.
Now that he suddenly activated his breath, what was he going to do?
"In order."
With a stern expression, the man slowly put down the raised finger and closed his eyes again.
Bai Chengluo looked troubled. He roughly understood what the other party meant. He couldn't help but look at Qi Lan in the field again with fear and hatred, and then he cupped his hands at the man and said:
"Senior taught me a lesson."
As soon as he said this, the others understood what was going on.
The young man was trying to subdue the White Fish Immortal Sword and obtain Ye Jiu's inheritance. When Bai Chengluo saw the opportunity, he thought of interfering, but he was glared back. All the bones in his body were broken, and he almost died.
But why did this man in black want to help him?
Who is he?
Master Mu Yuan looked at the loose black robe, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn.
From beginning to end, the latter didn't seem to show any intention of competing, as if he didn't care about Ye Jiu's inheritance at all.
But in fact, several of his shots were related to the order in this room.
It seems that he is not here to accept the inheritance, but a person who helps to check the inheritance.
Liu Qing sat there, his burly figure showing waves of pressure. His weathered eyes looked at Qi Lan's back quietly without saying anything.
Compared with other old people, he naturally hopes that young people will accept Ye Jiu's inheritance, so he does not allow anyone to interfere with it.
But, can this young man really do it?
