1519 The little one went to the old one
Legend has it that it was at that time that a gifted cultivator broke through the Great Dao, surpassed the limits of the way of the sword, shattered the void and reached another plane.
It was a plane of mighty men, and all of them were revered as gods. Her strength was so strong that even in the plane of that powerful god, the other gods trembled and surrendered to her.
Legend has it that before she left the Sacred Continent, she had condensed the three sword souls with her own divine thoughts, and whoever obtained one of the three sword souls she left behind would be able to comprehend the Heaven and Earth Sword Dao she left behind. It is even rumored that her cultivation has crossed the cycle of reincarnation, and one day, her divine bloodline will return to the Sacred Continent.
No matter who it is, if you can get the sword soul and the blood of the gods left by her at the same time, you can reshape the meridians, and the qualifications can be changed against the sky, no matter how serious the injury is, it can be healed without treatment, which is the legendary god blood heavenly healing.
The sword path of my dustless sword is to get a sword soul from her, and if it is an ordinary person, it will not hurt me at all. But unfortunately, the person who hurt me was the master of the temple, so I also knew for a long time that in the Holy Court Continent, no matter how strong my medical skills were, the possibility of curing me was very slim. Only by receiving her divine blood can she be cured.
And that drop of golden blood you just now is the blood of the legendary gods!"
Jian Wuchen said very resolutely, and there was no room for doubt. Of course, Mu Hanyan would not doubt it, in fact, she knew more about that powerful god-like woman than Jian Wuchen, and even knew that she was not cultivating to cross reincarnation, but was plotted to die, and then re-entered reincarnation.
However, Mu Hanyan didn't expect that the woman was originally a cultivator of the Sacred Continent, and she actually left three sword souls on this continent.
"Coldsmoke, no one must know about the blood of the gods. Jian Wuchen continued, "Your bloodline has not fully awakened, and your strength is not enough to protect yourself, if you let people with bad intentions know about this, it will definitely not be a good thing for you." ”
"Well, I'll be careful. Mu Hanyan nodded cautiously.
In the past, she had always thought that only she knew the secret of that mysterious woman, but now it seems that she has also left a lot of legends in the Holy Court Continent, although the legends are true and false, and not many people know about them, but it is precisely because of this that it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, which is even more terrifying.
Jian Wuchen knew that if he got one of the three sword souls and the blood of the gods at the same time, he could reshape the meridians, and his qualifications would change against the sky, and no matter how many injuries he had, he could heal without treatment, but the legends that others heard were not necessarily the case, maybe in other legends, as long as he drank her blood and ate her flesh, he could live forever and fly directly to become a god.
"By the way, after a while, it will be the opening period of the Holy Illusory Realm, and it is said that there is also a sword soul hidden in that Illusory Realm, you should look for it when the time comes, it may be of some use to you. Jian Wuchen said.
Mu Hanyan's heart moved when she heard this, and now it seems that her guess will not be wrong, she is one of the reincarnations of that mysterious woman, and that sword soul has little meaning to her, but it is of great use to Yue Fanchen. Yue Fanchen's cultivation foundation was completely destroyed, and medical skills and pills alone could not be cured at all, Mu Hanyan had never heard of any strange flowers and herbs that could help him restore his foundation, and the sword soul and her own divine blood left by the mysterious woman could just help him rebuild his foundation.
Then, Jian Wuchen said goodbye and left, after seeing Mu Hanyan's methods, he knew that arranging the Spirit Gathering Array was not difficult or risky for Mu Hanyan, so naturally he didn't have to worry about her.
The others had been waiting for a long time, and they were all a little curious about what Jian Wuchen had talked about with her, but they didn't dare to ask more.
Putting aside the identity of Jian Wuchen, just talking about Mu Hanyan, now the status in their minds is soaring again, as soon as the formation technique comes out, even the descendants of the gods of Western Qin and Northern Qi are shocked by her, and they are so admired that they are all on the ground, and they are also the people of Anyun, they are naturally proud, and they also respect Mu Hanyan even more.
After a while, Mu Hanyan laid out the formation in the eyes of everyone's expectation, just like the spirit gathering formation she helped Shangyue Guo to lay out, this formation can not only multiply the power of heaven and earth, but also help cultivators better comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.
In the following days, Mu Hanyan and the others stayed at the Holy Sword Peak to concentrate on cultivation. It is worthy of being the cultivation place of the Holy Lords of the past dynasties before they succeeded to the throne, the power of heaven and earth in this Holy Sword Peak is already abundant and pure, coupled with the spirit gathering formation carefully laid out by Mu Hanyan, everyone's cultivation speed has increased exponentially.
When the formation was just arranged, many people directly broke through the bottleneck, and in the following days, the Holy Sword Peak gathered from time to time every day, and then there was a long howl of excitement when someone broke through.
In contrast, the progress of Mu Hanyan and Zhuang Ping'an and the others was much slower, but this was normal, the strength reached their part, and the difficulty of improving was originally much greater than before, there were countless cultivators in the Holy Court Continent, but the masters above the Sword Saints of all countries together were only more than a thousand, and many cultivators who claimed to be geniuses and wizards were actually stuck on the last threshold of the Great Sword Master, and they could not take that step in their lives.
In fact, although the few of them did not break through, their strength has also improved a lot, and their speed is worlds apart from before, so when everyone communicates and learns every few days, they are grateful to Mu Hanyan.
In addition to cultivation, Mu Hanyan would go to the back mountain every day to visit Jian Wuchen.
Relying on her divine blood healing, Jian Wuchen's right arm meridians, which had been injured for thousands of years, had regained their vitality and were healing rapidly, and the speed of recovery even Mu Hanyan himself was secretly surprised.
The injury gradually healed, Jian Wuchen was in a good mood, and he gave his life's work to him, although he has been injured, but the thousand-year-old experience and vision are comparable to ordinary people, Mu Hanyan has benefited a lot. Although his strength has not yet broken through the late stage of the Great Sword Master, his perception of kendo and the tempering of his state of mind are increasing day by day. And many cultivators are stagnant in the realm of the Great Sword Master and cannot break through for the rest of their lives, just because they lack such a perception and state of mind.
At the same time that Mu Hanyan and the others were concentrating on cultivation, on the Divine Elder Peak, Han Yutang was standing pitifully in front of an old man, this old man, of course, was his master, the only one remaining among the seven elders of the Divine Elder Peak, Ao Fangchen.
"Master, you must avenge me, that Mu Hanyan has a little ability, and he didn't even pay attention to your old man, injured me like this, took away the elixir I had saved so hard, and humiliated me in every way. Han Yutang said with a crying voice.