Tearing apart one's own primordial spirits, and then transforming them one by one, just thinking about it can discourage most monks. Even if there are occasional unsightly, if you muster up the courage to try, it is estimated that the final result will be to give up halfway. And if you fail to use the Soul Splitting Method, or if you want to give up halfway, the only end is that the Yuan Shen is torn to pieces by the out-of-control spell and can no longer be glued. However, Zhang Daniu dared to do this, and he must have his plans. He had survived so much pain before, and he would never die here. Not only do you not want to, but you can't die here. Even if the pain was ten times stronger, he could grit his teeth and persevere. Because, he didn't want to experience a more painful feeling, such as saying that his Taoist companion was taken away and he couldn't do anything about it.

Everyone is afraid of pain, but if there is a comparison of more painful things, then he will feel that the general pain seems to be not to be feared. He was like a dedicated carving, transforming each fragment of his Yuan Shen into a sword intent, a small sword that looked only as long as a finger, but it was his most precious Yuan Shen. As for the painful sensations, they were all shielded to the back of his head, as if they didn't exist at all. And he completed his work so stiffly, and his worries and pains were completely shielded by him. Now he completely abandons all emotions and only thinks about completing what he is doing. It seems that only in this way can he feel a little better, and no longer be entangled in the sharp pain of the cone.

I don't know how long it has been, but he finally refined all the torn primordial gods into a small sword. The sword was neither gold nor jade, and it looked somewhat similar to the Zixiao Thunder Sword, but it was very different in the details. On each small sword, a small star palace pattern is imprinted on the sword, like his personal exclusive brand. And on each small sword, the same aura emanated. When the last little sword was formed, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. All the pain is worth it, at least in the face of what is gained, it is not too much of a loss.

He barely used the last trace of spirit to control and gather thousands of small swords together, and then the golden light was great, and a breath from the origin of the world descended, enveloping this primordial spirit that was pieced together by countless small swords. In a trance, it seemed that flowers and strange fragrances had descended, and at the moment when he was unconscious, he felt as if something had poured into his body. The next moment, he didn't know anything. When he was fully conscious, he realized that only a moment had passed. But in his consciousness, it seemed like 10,000 years had passed. Countless kendo comprehensions converged towards him, and it seemed that the kendo rules between heaven and earth were unfolding towards him, allowing him to easily peek into any kendo secrets.

From this moment on, between heaven and earth, it was impossible to hurt him with the way of the sword. Unless the other party is also a person who has peeked into the secrets of kendo, no matter how strong the flying sword is, no matter how superb the swordsmanship is, it will not be able to hurt him in the slightest. As long as anyone is still in the way of the sword, then he knows everything about the other party's sword, and as long as he is unwilling, then no one else can kill him no matter what. No matter how strong the attack is, it will be in vain if you can't hit people. With his current realm, swordsmanship was no longer important. He is like a person who is detached from the world, looking down on everything from God's perspective, and is naturally able to simplify the complex and get to the core of the other party.

This is the reward of Kendo for him, and the reward for his determination to sacrifice his life to defend the way. With the courage to break through the cauldron and sink the boat, coupled with great wisdom and perseverance, he found another way to create a new path, and the Heavenly Dao has since descended the essence of creation to protect him, making his Yuan Shen even stronger. And now he is staring at his Yuan Shen, it is actually a pure white long sword, the blade is three feet, the hilt is cold, but the tentacles are warm, holding it in his own hand, there is a feeling of blending water and milk. And this sword is not only his primordial god, but also his decisive weapon for killing in the future, just like the ethereal child of the year, it is difficult for anyone to stop the sword in his hand.

And in the short time that he was unconscious, his body automatically began to absorb the surrounding golden aura, and the momentum was far greater than before, causing a gap in the world barriers. It can't be said to be a gap, it should be said to be a relatively weak point. The passage that used to require golden immortal-level strength to open can now be easily broken as long as it is a spirit immortal or an immortal. Unless it is after tens of thousands of years of accumulation and precipitation, it is possible to recover as before. Originally, he didn't want to make a big fuss, so he didn't dare to absorb the aura recklessly, but now it seems that it is impossible not to be detected. He had to get out of this place before anyone else could rush over.

Now that the Yuan Shen has been completed, he has condensed his own small magical powers, although it is not as subtle as the Twelve Demon Kings, but there is still a huge room for growth, and the power after promotion may not be much inferior. Moreover, most of the magic powers of the twelve demon kings are auxiliary effects, and his natal supernatural powers are the main means of killing, and when he is against the enemy, he is the main means of output. He had previously used the method of splitting the soul to tear apart his primordial spirit, refining it into countless tiny flying swords, and then condensing it into one. The inspiration actually came from the fairy sword composed of countless flying needles he had obtained before, since those flying needles could form flying swords, then after he split his soul, he must be able to get together. And the power of the immortal sword made up is far greater than the original Zixiao Thunder Sword, and it is uncertain, and it can exert several times more power.

And as soon as this natal supernatural power came out, it was much easier for him to hide his figure. Even if there was no Demon Venerable to move his hands and feet, he could sneak in smoothly without being detected. This world majors in the Golden Dao Method, among which sword cultivation is the mainstay. With his current Yuan Shen cultivation, he can completely blend in without being noticed. Because he is also cultivating gold-based spells, especially when he absorbs the power of the origin of this world, plus he is also a sword cultivator. Unless those powers have some calculations, no one can see his clues. After all, those who can pass through the barriers of the world are at least the cultivation above the Golden Immortal, and it will definitely not be a little immortal like him.

Therefore, after he showed the essence of sword cultivation, those divine thoughts that came over to scan the anomaly did not linger on him for long. Of course, this is also because he moves quickly, and by the time those people want to investigate, he is already far away from the world barrier. Those people are just sword cultivators who happen to pass by, although they have the strength of spirit immortals, but in front of those powers, he is still not worth mentioning. That's why he was easily skipped and luckily avoided those powerful divine thoughts.

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