The long sword in Wang Yangming's hand churned, and flesh and blood flew in the crowd.

He has been killed for a long time.

The sword in his hand was tattered, and the blood covered the once golden blade.

Nearly 10,000 of the remaining 40,000 holy sons and holy soldiers died under his sword, and the corpses were piled up into a hill, and blood spilled out of the sword tomb, like a stream rushing forward.

"Aman. King Jizo squinted at the figure fighting among the purple monsters, and spat out two words.

The strong man behind him, who was nine feet tall, hesitated a little when he heard this, he glanced at King Jizo, and did not act immediately.

"It's okay, I can't die, go kill him, he... Also tired. King Jizo whispered, a slightly complicated amount of respect in his cold tone.

Indeed, a sword spirit can hide from the people of the world and support the entire Southern Wilderness Sword Mausoleum alone, which is a respectable thing in itself.

The man known as Ah Man obviously didn't have so much thought about the monk, and after hearing what he said, a cruel smile appeared on the strong man's face, and he grinned, "Okay!"

So his body walked up quickly, and each time his feet touched the ground, the earth shook as if it could not withstand his strength, and his speed increased by a minute.

It's just a blink of an eye, and his speed has been increased to the extreme.

The Holy Soldier Holy Son who stopped in front of him was knocked away by him extremely roughly, and his body jumped high, rushing towards Wang Yangming, who had just cut off the heads of the three Holy Soldiers, with overwhelming might.

Wang Yangming was shocked, and subconsciously wanted to draw his sword to defend himself.

But he is really too tired, and the speed of returning to defense is much slower than usual, and the master's moves have always been a thousand miles away.

The sharp fist, with a power that was enough to open the mountain and break the rock, smashed hard into Wang Yangming's chest.

Rumble!

A muffled thud erupted.

Wang Yangming's body retreated violently at that time.

At that time, the golden sword began to spread out lines like poisonous snakes.

The intense pain spread all over Wang Yangming's body, he smelled the smell of death, he didn't feel pain, but some of the doubts that had puzzled him for thousands of years were suddenly solved at that moment.

......

Millennia ago.

Unwilling to be unwilling to decline the royal power, the old king of the Dali Dynasty led 200,000 remnants of the army to the outside of the Sword Mausoleum.

They want to get the fierce sword and reorganize the rivers and mountains of the Dali Dynasty.

One side carries national hatred and family hatred, and the other side follows the contract established from time immemorial. Then something is inevitable...

On that day, the sword aura outside the sword tomb was vertical and horizontal, and the sword light was as dazzling as the stars.

On that day, 200,000 corpses covered the wasteland outside the Sword Mausoleum, stretching and vast, like a white bone purgatory with no end in sight.

Finally, after taking off the head of the fallen king with a sword, the old man also sat down on his knees.

A boy suddenly appeared in front of the old man, he looked down at the old man whose qi was gradually weakening, and asked with a complicated expression, "Are you going to die?"

The old man looked up at the boy's eyes, which were the same as when he was younger, and with a difficult smile on his face, he nodded and responded, "Hmm." ”

The boy frowned and thought for a long time, but he didn't know how to deal with such a parting of life and death, so he could only ask after thinking for a long time, "Then what should I do?"

Hearing this, the old man stood up from the ground with difficulty, and the boy reached out to help the old man very sensibly, and the old man and the young man slowly passed through the wind and sand in the southern wilderness and the tearful bones outside the Sword Tomb, and walked into the Sword Tomb.

The old man sat down, then stretched out his hand at that time, pointed to the sword tomb and said: "The sword intent in the tomb is sufficient, you can be nourished by the sword intent here, even without me, you can live well." ”

The boy was a little confused, he looked at the long swords lying quietly under the yellow sand in the sword tomb, and asked, "Is it just like them?"

The old man's brow furrowed, he realized something, but in the end he could only say truthfully: "Well, just like them." ”

After saying this, the old man seemed to be afraid of being asked by the boy again, so he said again: "I have asked for two good disciples from Lishan and Linglong Pavilion, which are already on the way here, and you will have to teach them well in the future." ”

"As a sword spirit, if you talk to them more about your perception of kendo, it should be of great help to them in the future..."

"I..." The old man's hand suddenly stretched out and gently leaned on the boy's shoulder, and said, "I'm a little tired, I'll sleep..."

"In the future, I'll trouble you... Old man. ”

On that day, the boy sat in the Sword Tomb all night, and the old man leaned against him and slept all night. And this sleep, the old man never woke up again.

The sword tomb buried 36,000 swords, which means that there are 36,000 sword spirits in the sword tomb.

But these thirty-six thousand sword spirits are not the same as boys.

Yes, he was the one who was destined to be different.

Wei Changming took his sword, melted the sword into money, and the copper plate was spread all over the world, and the small copper coin was almost circulating in the world.

It can be the vitality of a beggar's life, a reward given by the dragon face after the great joy, a toy or a string of gourds that children are greedy for or eat. It could be many things, and he witnessed despair, joy, hope, and anger in the world.

His sword endured this, and he felt it.

Therefore, compared to ordinary sword spirits, he sees more, thinks more, and feels more.

So after burying the old man's body, he walked to the long swords buried in the Sword Tomb one by one, and he talked to them, and he said his confusion: "What is a man?"

He once roamed the world with the old man, and when they were young, they traveled far away with their swords, and when they met injustice, they took their swords out of their sheaths, and when they met their fellow Taoists, they sang and drank.

The world is so big, although there are thousands of rivers and mountains, but they are all all over the place.

He likes those days, walking step by step, looking from place to place, as if there is no troubled thing in this world, and if there is, draw a sword.

But as the days passed, the once high-spirited young man finally landed in the fairyland as he wished, he became stronger, but he also became old. His figure began to slump, and his temples gave birth to hoarfrost. He no longer led him across the world, but stayed on the mountain all day long, sighing and drinking to kill his sorrows.

Truth be told, boys don't like those days.

So he often flew in front of him, opened his hand and handed himself out, and said, "Now, let's go to the world again." ”

The old man shook his head, touched his head, and said, "I can't walk." ”

Then the old man put everything down, and after chatting with the old man who had picked him up, he came to the sword spirit himself.

Jianling was lonely, but the boy didn't feel anything, as long as he was around, it was enough for Jianling. But the old man did not become happy because of this, and he often sat alone outside the Sword Tomb, looking to the north. There is his sect, his homeland, and many people like him.

The boy wondered why he was staying at Sword Spirit if he wasn't happy. He remembered very well that when the old man was still a teenager, he once told him that in this life, in just a few decades, if you want to live a happy life, what the world is alive, what sect inheritance is his mother's bullshit, I have a sword and wine in this life, who cares about the thousands of miles behind him!

But why did the old man forget all the words he had said when he was young?

Not only did he forget his leisurely life, but he also died here for Jianling, when he was old and embarrassed, and the boy could no longer find the shadow of the young man from him.

He was confused, he asked all the swords in the Sword Tomb, but none of them could give him an answer.

So he turned into an old man, survived as him, he saw generations of descendants of the Sword Tomb, he taught them to cultivate the sword, and took them to guard the Sword Tomb. From generation to generation, most of the people who came to the Sword Tomb were not happy, but they all died and wrote the four words of guarding the Sword Tomb in their hearts. He watched them change from teenagers to middle-aged, from middle-aged to old men, and he watched them come and send them to death.

He was puzzled by their persistence, and he couldn't understand their persistence.

The question of what man is has been plaguing him for thousands of years, until this moment, death finally came to him, and he realized something.

The body of that sword was full of cracks, and what he had seen and thought in the past thousand years when he had turned into a copper coin also poured into Wang Yangming's mind at that moment.

The sorrow of the world and the misery of the world came one after another.

People are really stupid things, they know that they are going to die, but they still have to work hard to live, they know that the reunion will turn into life or death in the end, but they still have to fight to see each other...

But maybe you can live hard, and you can die calmly, so that you can really live a life.

Wang Yangming suddenly had an epiphany, he understood the life of the old man, and also understood what a person is.

"What a wonderful world. He muttered, suddenly feeling that the protection of this thousand years was no longer as difficult as he imagined, and it was actually a blessing for him to be able to protect such a world. At least in the end, he figured out the problem, and an indescribable sense of comfort crept over his body, and he felt as if he had been enlightened.

When people hear it, they can die at night.

Thinking about this, he suddenly laughed.

And at that time, his body that flew out upside down fell to the ground with a bang, and slammed it to the ground.

"Dead?" Aman, who was nine feet tall, looked at the old man who fell to the ground and shook his head with some displeasure, as if he was not yet happy.

But soon he set his eyes on Xu Han and Meng Liang, who were not far away, with their eyes closed and their knees crossed, surrounded by sword intent. He stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, smirking, "It's your turn." ”

With that, he took a step, and the remaining 30,000 purple monsters beside him were also driving towards the place where Xu Han and the others were.

Xuan'er stood up, the dark hair on her body stood up like a sharp needle, she let out a long howl, her body became huge again, and she couldn't help but let out a low roar from her mouth.

But although they put on a posture and showed enough determination, Ah Man obviously didn't take them seriously, he stretched out his hand at that time and smiled cruelly and was about to go to Qin Keqing who was blocking the front of the team.

He could wring the woman up and watch her struggle in his hands, gradually losing her breath, and finally dying.

He enjoyed the feeling, and a frenzy swelled between his brows.

But the next moment, this frenzied color suddenly froze at that time.

A golden sword flashed, at an astonishing speed, and then his outstretched arm floated along the white light, and the blood spread and wrapped around his arm......

Then, with a soft thud, his arm fell off his shoulder with an extremely flat incision.

Ah Man was stunned, he looked at his empty shoulder in a daze, and then looked at the arm on the ground, and then he turned his head, still a little stunned to look not far away.

There stood the owner of the sword of Fang Cai, an old man, all white, meticulous hair, eyes between his eyebrows shining like stars, and a long sword in his hand, the body of the sword shining with golden light, like the sun.

He is Wang Yangming!

Ah Man was stunned in place, he didn't understand why Fang Cai's embarrassed and ragged old man suddenly had energy, he was as if he had never experienced Fang Cai's big battle at all, as if he had been carefully taken care of, and was about to go to a grand ceremony. His sword, which should have been shattered, was also smooth and immaculate at this moment, and there was not the slightest bit of damage to be found.

"You—" Ah Man said, but before he could speak, he suddenly stopped.

No one did anything to interrupt him, but the sight in front of him prevented him from saying another half a word.

It's a breathtaking sight.

The old man was covered in golden light, and the majestic sword intent seemed to rush out of his body, and they surrounded the old man mightily, constantly circling and roaring, like a hundred birds in the morning phoenix, and like the stars of the arch moon.

Then the mighty sword intent gathered more and more around the old man, and finally almost condensed into substance.

But this was only the beginning of this vision.

Suddenly, the gathered sword intent seemed to be unable to suppress the violent force in their own bodies.

Clang!

With a high-pitched sword roar, the sword intent that lingered on the old man's body suddenly rose into the sky. The sword intent gathered together and turned into a golden pillar of light, and they tore through the rich night of the Southern Wilderness like a cow on dry land, and then turned into a golden dragon and rushed into the sky.

"This is—" King Jizo's brows suddenly swelled with a look of horror that he had never seen before, and his mouth opened slightly, wanting to say something, but he didn't say it.

He looked at this sword spirit named Wang Yangming, looking at his face bathed in a sea of gold, and he was surprised to find that some changes were taking place in that face.

Wrinkles began to dissipate, deep-set eye sockets began to bulge, a head of white hair spread black from the roots, and the rickety body gradually straightened, even...

His white clothes also began to become golden from the inside out...

Suddenly, he couldn't tell whether the person standing in front of him was a sword spirit who had lived for a thousand years, or a god!

Thinking of this, King Jizo's body suddenly shook, and his open mouth finally spat out at that time, but it was in a hoarse and frightened roar.

"He's going to become an immortal!"

The thin monk who drove these tens of thousands of monsters in the sky frowned, and the eyebrows of Ah Man, who was nine feet tall on the ground, were gloomy.

They didn't quite understand what King Jizo was saying, but they could feel the momentum that overflowed from Wang Yangming. The momentum was not so violent, but it carried a majesty that suppressed heaven and earth. It's like a king looking down on his courtiers, like a god looking down on living beings.

The golden dragon that rose into the sky finally reached the dome after breaking through the layers of mist.

But it seemed to have encountered some obstacle and could not penetrate this last shackle, and the dragon began to roar, and began to roar, and began to pound the dome with its own body, like a trapped beast trying to break through its cage.

He tried again and again, but to no avail.

It was the last barrier set up by the immortals in the sky, the barrier that prevented mortals from ascending to the immortal realm, and for many years, how many heavenly talents had been defeated under this barrier. Only by bowing his head to those heavenly immortals and waiting for his permission could he take this last step.

It seems that Wang Yangming also encountered such trouble...

"Mora!" "Mora!" "Mora!"

But at this moment, there was a sudden resounding of pious shouts on the land of the Southern Wilderness, it was those barbarians scattered in the Southern Wilderness, they saw the golden dragon rising into the sky in the night, they thought it was a miracle from Mora. So they fell down and shouted to Mora with their highest and truest respect.

And that shout was dragged to the Southern Wilderness under some kind of dark will, and golden things overflowed from the barbarian's body, and finally gathered the golden sea and poured into the golden dragon.

The golden dragon gets this thing, like a fish in water, like a tiger in the wind.

So, the true dragon rose from the clouds, and the sword intent rose from the ground.

The golden dragon, which was several times larger, raised its head to the sky and let out a long roar at that time, and the huge dragon chant swept out from the Sword Tomb like Huang Zhong Da Lu, resounding throughout the southern wilderness.

Then, its form froze, and it rushed straight up to the dome again.

Rumble!

In the golden light in the sky, the invisible but real barrier on the dome broke, and the shackles of the immortals in the sky for tens of thousands of years also collapsed at that time

There seems to be a sound between heaven and earth, like rain hitting the eaves, like the wind passing through the mountains, and like a great river flowing eastward, you can't tell what the sound is, but you can feel the mystery in the sound. And such a subtlety is almost wonderful.

Then one after another the power that implied the supreme truth of heaven and earth rushed from heaven and earth, and quickly poured into Wang Yangming's body.

Wang Yangming, who had already turned into a teenager, slowly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in those incomparably clear eyes, and there seemed to be the rotation of the sun and the moon.

"He... He succeeded," said King Jizo, his voice trembling.

He was surprised that it was not a trivial matter, how many demonic geniuses have pursued this path for thousands of years, but they have died depressed? How many bones are buried in this road to heaven, and there are countless counts. Rao is a character like Wei Changming was finally defeated by the layers of obstacles set by those true immortals...

And today, right in front of his eyes, a sword spirit broke through the shackles of heaven and earth and proved the immortal path with his own strength.

As if in response to his thoughts, a soft white light sprinkled down from the dome, shining on the top of Wang Yangming's head at this moment...

A figure bathed in white light fell in front of Wang Yangming, and he looked at Wang Yangming with a smile, like an elder looking at the next generation.

He stretched out his hand towards Wang Yangming and said softly.

"Thou hast cultivated for thousands of years, and thou hast attained this avenue. ”

"Thousands of years of watching, this merit. ”

"Your way is terrible, and your heart is clear. Today, you can be a true immortal. ”