Unknowingly, it has been more than four months since Wu Song arrived in the secret realm.

Except for the day after he first arrived here, he ate the "Phantom Research Fruit", which caused the true qi in his body to disappear, and he had nothing to do for a while.

After receiving the mental method specially written for him by the two old fellows and the master, he redevoted himself to diligent cultivation.

Now, he is standing on a high mountain with his master Xiao Tianchen, looking north.

"Wu Song, do you see a spire there?"

Xiao Tianchen pointed into the distance.

At this time, Wu Song's skill had returned to its original state, and it was even a little more powerful than before.

What especially surprised those two old monsters with a lifespan of more than a hundred years was that since Wu Song's Heavenly Vein physique had awakened, in the process of his cultivation, some anti-human things had appeared from time to time, which they had never heard of.

"I saw Master. Compared with three months ago, Wu Song's demeanor was much calmer, and a cold look would inadvertently flash in his eyes.

After all, the two old guys have lived long enough and are well-informed, and they once said to Xiao Tianchen behind their backs that this apprentice of his will be a figure that the six relatives do not recognize in the future.

The sentence in the "Tao Te Ching" says well, heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs, and saints are unkind, and people are used as dogs.

Wu Song's Heavenly Vein has awakened, and now that his cultivation has just become a small success, they can't see what kind of achievements Dacheng will achieve in the future, but he will definitely become a person like a "saint", and he will inevitably treat ordinary people as dogs.

Xiao Tianchen just smiled open-mindedly, and said at that time that no matter whether he has achievements in the future, or how much he has achieved, as long as he does not harm the people, or can do something practical for them, he will be very satisfied.

It is not in vain that he taught Wu Song to learn art since he was a child and took him on a tour.

Xiao Tianchen pointed to the spire and said, "There is a valley there, called the 'Valley of Forgetting', and that tower is located in the valley, also known as the 'Tower of Forgetting'. ”

"The valley is the place where the wicked in the cultivation realm are imprisoned, and if you want to have a place in that tower, you must defeat the other wicked. ”

Wu Song asked curiously, "Master, have you been there?"

Xiao Tianchen nodded.

"I was in the Valley of Oblivion, and I was unlucky, and as soon as I went in, I met a group of wicked people, and after fighting for a long time, I was still driven out by them. ”

He looked at Wu Song and said.

"Wu Song, the reason why Master wants to tell you this matter is just to let you understand that although your current skills have made a breakthrough, there are people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky, this sentence must always be remembered. ”

He patted Wu Song's shoulder, his eyes were both relieved and emotional.

"If you continue like this, it won't be long before your kung fu will surpass Master, and when the time comes, Master won't be able to guide you......"

"Master!" Wu Song held Xiao Tianchen's hand and said sincerely: "One day as a teacher, one life as a father!"

"You are my good master at all times!"

"Even if one day, I surpass you in martial arts, please continue to guide me in other aspects, so that the apprentice can avoid some detours!"

For Wu Song's words full of emotion, what else can he, as a master, say?

Xiao Tianchen smiled and patted Wu Song's shoulder.

One day two months later

Xiao Tianchen and the two old guys sat under the eaves of the thatched hut, holding their breath and watching Wu Song cast spells.

They saw that Wu Song had failed thirteen times, but they did not give up and were still waiting for the moment when he succeeded.

Of course, Wu Song was not discouraged, he still kept experimenting.

He stood there, his right hand outstretched, and a ball of light appeared in his hand.

This is normal, for such a long time, the three of them have seen Wu Song use the light group to fry fish several times, or when the cultivation is not going well, use the light group to blow up those things that he doesn't like to see.

Wu Song's expression did not move, and the light cluster slowly changed in his hand.

The ball of light seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, becoming more and more slender.

The three of them looked at the "light stick" in his hand - yes, now the light ball turned into a stick.

Wu Song closed his eyes, and the "light stick" was constantly changing in his hand.

Suddenly, it was a long knife.

Suddenly, it was a sharp sword.

Suddenly it turned back into a stick.

However, slowly, with his mind, the "light stick" still became what he wanted.

A lightsaber!

A lightsaber that is purely condensed with powerful spiritual power!

Wu Song opened his eyes and looked up at the lightsaber in his hand!

This is a sword that is four feet long, with a red body and a dark red glow from the entire sword body!

With a wave of his hand, the hard rock next to him looked like tofu, and a large piece was neatly cut off by the lightsaber.

Wu Song's expression was joyful, and the lightsaber suddenly disappeared from his hand.

It suddenly appeared again, and at this time, the lightsaber had turned into a "long" sword twenty meters long!

Wu Song shook his head, and the lightsaber disappeared again.

He spread out his palms, and the lightsaber turned into a toy sword several centimeters long.

"Awesome, amazing!" the two old guys applauded in unison, although their skills were much higher than Wu Song's, but when it came to the skillful use, they were obviously inferior to him.

Take the lightsaber in Wu Song's hand as an example, the two of them can also effortlessly use their spiritual power to condense a sword.

However, it will take a little time to get them to make their lightsabers bigger and smaller, or longer or shorter, as they like.

"Xiao Xiao, congratulations on accepting a good apprentice!" the two old guys said hello to Xiao Tianchen.

Xiao Tianchen was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut.

It wasn't easy to get compliments from these two old guys.

At this time, Wu Song's skills were already a cut above him.

He put away his lightsaber, bent deeply, and bowed to all three of them one by one.

Whether it is those two old men or Master Xiao Tianchen, without them, there would be no Wu Song today!

The three of them smiled and were not modest, and accepted his gratitude.

Wu Song bowed, didn't say much, raised his foot and straddled slightly, his figure was already five meters away, and when he moved again, his figure disappeared at the edge of a forest.

"Let's go!" The two old men have lived to such an age, and they basically don't care about any family, friendship and love

However, when they saw Xiao Tianchen still standing there, his eyes slightly red, they still sighed in their hearts.

The relationship between the master and apprentice is really good!

Wu Song's expression was relaxed, and he went all the way north.

He crossed mountains, crossed forests, crossed rivers, and had only one goal!

Forgotten Valley!

The Valley of Oblivion is a valley flanked by various caves, large and small, in which the cultivators who have been expelled live in them.

Of course, not every cave is inhabited, and some cultivators die for one reason or another, so a certain cave is empty.

The most inhabitable is undoubtedly the Tower of the Forgotten, located in the deepest part of the valley.

It's just that it's not easy to get into that tower and live there for a long time.

At that time, it was raining lightly in the sky, and those cultivators were hiding in the caves, looking at the sky boredly.

At this time, a man casually broke into the valley.

Those who have good deeds have come up to them.

"Who are you?"

"Tourists. ”

"Get out!"

Then everyone saw the nosy guy fly, he was in a beautiful posture and his body was like electricity.

It wasn't until he hit his head on the hill that they knew he had been restrained and thrown out.

The intruder's actions have provoked outrage!

A cultivator shouted in the cave, and the seven short swords that he had been cultivating for more than forty years shot out at the same time, shooting at the intruder like a swimming fish in the air.

Some of the seven daggers shot straight into the chest and throat of the intruder.

Some drew an arc, as if trying to attack the back of the intruder.

Others seem to be under control, shaking up and down, making it difficult to determine what it is really targeting.

The people who knew the goods cheered loudly, and they wanted to see what kind of tricks the invaders would use to deal with such a profound sword driving technique.

The intruder looked at the seven short swords that were shooting at him, and actually smiled lazily, and then stretched out his right hand.

Could it be that he wanted to deal with these seven flying swords with his bare hands?

Just when the onlookers couldn't stop guessing, a sword of terrifying length suddenly appeared.

He stabbed his sword into the cave where the attacker lived, and with a loud bang, the cave collapsed, and then he swung his sword and slashed leisurely at the flying sword that was about to fly in front of him.

A strong wind rose from the ground, and the people on the other side were still blown away from their eyes, even though they were far apart.

When they opened their eyes again, they found that the seven flying swords had disappeared without a trace.

And the intruder was already walking into the valley with his peculiar pace that made people want to beat him up at the sight.

The invaders are targeting the Tower of Oblivion, and everyone in the Valley of the Forgotten has a responsibility and obligation to protect it.

There's nothing more to say!

In an instant, there were about seven or eight kinds of magic weapons, seventeen or eighteen magic weapons, and they came at the intruder.

Pots, towers, tripods, swords - or the sword is used as a magic weapon the most.

These magic weapons shimmer with different colors, have different attack sequences, and unpredictable attack routes.

It's just that when the red sword appeared in the intruder's hand again, no matter what kind of magic weapon it was, it was all turned to ashes!

The wicked cultivators were terrified, the magic weapon they had cultivated for decades was actually like dirt under the sword of this young intruder!

If you can't beat it, run away!

They had done their best, but the enemy was too strong for even the people in the Tower of Oblivion to blame them.

Just as these cultivators suddenly began to flee in all directions, the red long sword swept towards them quickly.

A mist of blood rose up, and the cultivators let out a terrible cry.

None of them died, they were all cut in two, and although they would still die after a while, they still had to suffer some living sin first.

The intruder didn't even look at them, his feet stomped across the blood-soaked ground, leaving a bright red footprint with every step he took.