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The second volume embarks on the path of cultivating immortals

Chapter 113 The Son of Heaven River Yumo understands the sword intent

Yumo walked out of the cave with Xiaobai and Xiaomeng, passed through the canyon, looked at the mountains in the distance, and a silver-white mountain came into view.

The cold wind struck his face with some snow chips, and he felt a little pain in his face, looking at a big silver-white net hanging between heaven and earth, enveloping the whole world under this net, such a crystal net, netting the beautiful world. The willow trees on the side of the road swayed their willow branches, swaying their bodies from time to time, and threw their white flags to the ground.

After the north wind blew, the thick snow on the pine trees immediately fell a lot, and the heavy snow gave the earth a white and immaculate coat.

The coat shone silver in the wind, and as the morning sun passed, the snow on the ground melted, mixed with yesterday's rain, and flowed down the hillside, and the stream had not been interrupted last night.

Yumo did not summon the puppet, in this morning, Yumo absorbed the purest and freshest air in the mountains, ran towards the bottom of the mountain, and unconsciously used the body of the dragon, Xiaobai lying on the shoulder and Xiaomeng in his arms were staring at the big eyes, looking at Yumo's body and a little surprised, I was afraid that Yumo would accidentally fall to the ground.

This is really a slippery road, the step is big and fast, the rain ink moves forward in this muddy water, when each step is taken, the spiritual power of the water is mixed, the cold aura, one step out, the muddy water under the feet will immediately become ice, become a hard ice surface, and the rain ink will run downstream along the stream in the mountains.

When Yumo was in the consciousness of the snow, he once saw a big river, somewhere in the big river, there seemed to be a small wharf, Yumo ran towards the downstream of the stream, only to find the big river where the stream converged, didn't he find the wharf.

Yumo started to follow the stream downstream from this valley, and Yumo controlled the water spiritual power while running, so that the water spiritual power spread slowly on the outside of his feet, and after the water spiritual power expanded, Yumo opened the half cyclone again, put the cold spiritual power under his feet, and formed a skate under his feet, Yumo used this pair of skates to slide in the muddy water, so that the speed was faster.

Yumo slid down the hillside, and the skates under his feet continued to expand, but Yumo found that the cold cyclone was still slowly getting smaller.

Yumo thought as he walked, if he didn't use this cold spiritual power, could he turn this water spiritual energy into ice, and wouldn't the function of this cold spiritual power be to make the water spiritual power close to each other

Yumo really wants to do it, when sliding down the hillside, he uses his divine sense to control the water spiritual power in his body to his feet, and uses his divine sense to fuse with his water spiritual power, and in the fused spiritual power, Yumo controls his divine consciousness to make the spiritual power move in one direction.

In the process of moving, Yumo slowly discovered that the aura of water was constantly changing, first liquefied into water, and then solidified into ice from water.

Without the cold spiritual power, Yumo can change the form of the water spiritual power just by changing the position of the spiritual power, and Yumo's attempt is also a great feat, and it may change his cultivation method in the future, and this method may also be a good way to improve the purity of spiritual power.

Yumo shuttles through the mountains and forests, passing through tall pine trees, passing through low bushes, no matter where you go, you can feel the arrival of winter, a desolation, a cold, only the sun shines a little warm.

The creek gathered several smaller streams, slowly widening a lot, Yumo chased the small stream, came to a mountain pass, both sides are cliffs, Yumo can only jump into the river to pass here, Yumo looked at Xiaobai and Xiaomeng, and received them into the twenty-four bridges in the moonlit night, using spiritual power on his feet, releasing cold air under his feet, and using his divine sense

Control the permutation and combination of spiritual power under his feet, and step towards the river like this, looking into the river one by one, only to see a young man who looks like a scholar, walking upwards on the river, although each step is a little clumsy, but every foot is on the river.

Yumo walked straight forward in the river, and in each step Yumo felt the benefits of the fusion of divine consciousness and spiritual power, and every movement of spiritual power of divine consciousness seemed to be able to understand, Yumo took every step, and a piece of ice duckweed was immediately formed under his feet, and every step was a duckweed, and he walked forward step by step.

Yumo appears a duckweed at every step, and every time the foot lifts the duckweed, it becomes a river, and Yumo is more and more proficient, this kind of proficiency is not only the proficiency of steps, but also the proficiency of Yumo's control of spiritual power, and now Yumo is in the stage of mastering simple spells, how can there be no spell in his hand that can be learned, only if he looks for it later, it is best to worship a gate or a large sect to get spell exercises.

Turning around this big mountain pass, Yumo saw a big waterfall in front of him, which was flying downward, Yumo quickly ran to the shore, standing on the shore and looking at the waterfall outside the mountain pass.

Yumo saw that the stream at the pass gathered several large rivers and completely poured into the waterfall, and the moment the waterfall poured into the pool, Yumo saw the big white water splashes rising into the air, as if pearls were thrown all over the ground.

Suddenly, a gust of north wind blew, and the lower half of the waterfall floated high, shattered into jade beads, and the aura of water permeated the air, becoming a mist of water, and clothed the mountain stream and trees with a thin veil. Yumo looked at the woods as if they were all dressed in silver armor.

Listening to the sound of the waterfall, it seems to be like the shouting of a thousand troops, like a thousand horses galloping, and overlooking the waterfall is like Bai Lian hanging upside down, hanging in the air. Yumo looked at this waterfall like an angry silver dragon, jumping from mid-air to the deep pool below, the sound of water shook Yumo's mind hugely, Yumo came to the edge of the waterfall and looked down, this drop is really not small, at least dozens of zhang, the water in the air is constantly connected, Yumo also has an urge to jump down.

Yumo was ready, came to the edge of the cliff, and took a look at the deep pool below, Yumo raised his legs and jumped down with the current.

When the body was about to submerge into the water, Yumo carried the aura of water and the cold cyclone, and stretched out his right hand into the water, only to see that the hand was frozen everywhere, and under the action of ice, the speed of Yumo's descent slowed down a lot, and it slid down the smooth ice wall.

If you look here from a distance, you can see a person holding the water column with one hand, and his body sliding down the water column, and Yumo's body slowly falls into the water surface of the waterhole in the air.

As soon as you step on the water, you can see duckweed step by step, and the duckweed melts immediately after that, like a lotus flower.

Every step of Yumo's journey is a step by an ice duckweed, a water lotus flower at a step, if someone looks behind Yumo, this is a kind of enjoyment.

Yumo ran duckweed on this waterhole, leaving a lotus flower, a real run down the water, ran forward for a distance, there are several small rivers converged into a wide river, the water flow of this river is also relatively rapid, in the process of running in the river, can better control the aura of water, has not used the cold aura, but also can every step of an ice duckweed, after each step, can also form a water lotus.

In the long-term attack, Yumo has a lot of perception of the spiritual power of water, and when he takes every step, he controls the buoyancy of the spiritual power of water, and just drags himself out of the water, without letting the water freeze into a state, so he tries step by step, Yumo's control of the spiritual power of water is more flexible, and the affinity for the spiritual power of water is better.

When I came to this wide river, I looked at the mountain in front of me, and there was a hillside of the mountain

On it, the dragon flew and the phoenix danced with a few big characters.

"Tianzi River" rain ink look at the words of the day vigorous and powerful, a stroke seems to be able to really stab the sky to leak the general, see that each stroke is so thick, each stroke is so full, these three words give the rain and ink a powerful feeling.

This, is it sword intent?

Look at these three words, it does not seem to be artificially carved, it must have been carved on it by someone flying into the air with a sword, and later people painted it with paint.

Yumo looked at these three words, and gestured in the water with his hand, which seems to contain a strong domineering spirit in the sky, a sword can cut off the domineering spirit of heaven and earth, Yumo has no sword in his hand, and beckons to the river, the river flies, the cold air arrives, and a water sword is formed in Yumo's hand.

Yumo is imitating the pen of the word heaven with the sword of ice, this is like a knife, this is like a blade, this stroke can see the depth of this person's skill, Yumo is in terms of martial arts, it can also be called a level of unparalleled in the world, and he learned a few sets of kung fu with the stone statue in the fantasy realm of the sky, and it is called Yumo to understand it.

For monks, no matter how strong this mortal's kung fu is, it is not as strong as the immortal cultivator's immortal skills, and no matter how strong the mortal is, it is not as strong as the ability of the immortal cultivator.

For monks, heaven and earth are like ants, and only the monks themselves are powerful beings.

Yumo gestured in the river, Yumo felt that these were two swords, one sword was made, and one sword swept, with a majestic momentum in this sweep, this momentum was no less than the sword intent of devouring the soul back then

Look at the river word again, three drops of water and a sword, but the word is also made of one stroke, these three words are a total of five strokes, and the words of five strokes give people the momentum of killing thousands of armies and resisting thousands of armies.

Yumo felt the devouring spirit in the purple mansion flickering slightly, is this resonant or can this sword intent make the devouring spirit recover quickly, the devouring spirit has not woken up for a long time, just because that time for Yumo blocked the attack of five Yuanying monks, so that his spirit body was damaged, and he had to sleep for a long time.

Yumo came to the river, came to the bottom of this cliff, looked at the three big characters on the mountain, from the glyph Yumo has already completely remembered the form of these three words, from the sword intent Yumo is still a little incomprehensible, slowly Yumo sat directly below these three words, these three words flashed in his mind from time to time, and his divine sense scanned back and forth in these three words.

Time passed slowly, Yumo changed from scanning three words to watching three words, from turning his back to these three words, to facing three words, in this viewing, Yumo felt a gust of wind, not the sound of the wind but the sound of the war horse.

Isn't this the scene where the two armies fought against each other and charged into battle?

Yumo saw that a young general dressed in white was holding a sword, a sword with the sound of the wind, and the swing of this sword was accompanied by a whining wind, and the sword seemed to be sucking human blood, constantly rushing forward with this young general.

The white-clothed young general was the first to rush into the opponent's battle array, the sword was really like a dragon and snake, taking people's lives, just such a charge, most of the opponent's deaths, and once again regrouped, and the other party's general was beheaded by the young general.

is still dressed in white, but not a young general, a middle-aged general, holding this sword, rushing to kill in the midst of ten thousand armies, the sword moves people's heads, each sword is cut where it should be, and it is another big victory.

Still in white, the old man was dressed in white, standing in front of this big mountain, holding an ordinary sword, this sword is not the original buzz, the old man waved his hand, and in one go he said three words "Tianzi River"

The old man staggered, walked down the mountain, looked back at these three words, and the old man walked into the distance alone.

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