The majestic Kunlun Mountain is a long road to immortals. Xuanqing Gate, one of the four major sects of the Han Dynasty, is on this Kunlun Mountain. The Xuanqing Mountain Gate is composed of nine red columns, and nine golden dragons are coiled on the columns. The three people of the cylinder can't hold it, it is more than 20 meters high, and the top adopts the golden sun Xuanyun, which is the place of the immortal family at a glance.

It was only a two-day journey from the Jun family to Kunlun Mountain, and in the past two days, Mu Qianyao healed Jun Ying's injuries when he was resting, and even fed a product of Xuandan Lu Yun Dan to Jun Ying like a jelly bean. In the Lingwu Continent, the pill is divided into four levels, the heaven and earth are Xuanhuang, each level is divided into nine grades, although the first grade of the Xuan level is the end of the Xuan level, but in the Lingwu Continent, where there are few alchemists, it is also a top-grade pill. Mu Qianyao treated Junying such a waste at such a cost, and she didn't know what to think in her heart.

Mu Qianyao took Jun Ying to the mountain gate, unwilling to look at Jun Ying again, and said to the mountain guard disciple on duty at the foot of the mountain, "Take him to register, miscellaneous disciple." After speaking, he didn't look back, and summoned the Xuanbing Phoenix Feather to fly to the top of the mountain.

Jun Ying smiled bitterly and watched Mu Qianyao leave. Although Mu Qianyao has tried her best to treat her injuries in the past few days, she has not even looked at her eyes, she must have other reasons to save herself, but she is still very grateful to her, after all, she saved this life.

The disciple guarding the mountain looked at Jun Ying, and was a little puzzled, this person was brought back by Senior Sister Mu Qianyao, how could he become a miscellaneous disciple?" ”

Chu Yang, sixteen years old, Lingwu Burning Yang Spear, a Lingwu condensed from an unsmelted piece of dark iron in the depths of the volcano as a spiritual medium, a four-star spiritual soldier.

"Hello Brother Chu, my name is Junying. ”

Chu Yang walked up to Jun Ying with a smile, hugged his shoulders and asked, "I said, Brother Jun Ying, how do you know Senior Sister Mu?"

"It's just that I was fortunately rescued by Mu Qianyao, who took me back to the sect because of my pitiful eyes. "I'm not wrong to say that.

Chu Yang was a little disappointed, but still smiled and said, "Brother Jun, knowing is fate, I am already a fourth-level spirit soldier, and if I am promoted to another level, I can be promoted to an outer disciple, you just came, follow me in the future, I will protect you from being bullied." ”

Jun Ying smiled, although this Chu Yang has some power eyes, but it is righteous. "Then thank you Brother Chu. ”

The disciples of Xuanqingmen are divided into five classes, miscellaneous disciples, wearing green clothes, responsible for the cleaning of Xuanqingmen, to put it bluntly, they are subordinates. The outer disciples, dressed in yellow, are some disciples with lower qualifications. The inner disciples are dressed in red, and the qualifications of these people are relatively high. The core disciples are dressed in blue and are qualified to worship the major elders as teachers. The personal disciple is dressed in white, and he is the disciple of the major elders, and he is also the candidate for the next elder. Mu Qianyao is wearing white clothes.

The residence of the miscellaneous disciples is halfway up the Kunlun Mountain, called the next three days, although they are only the miscellaneous disciples of the Xuanqing Gate, their residence is comparable to the worldly big family. Blue bricks and red tiles, carved railings and jade masonry.

Chu Yang took Jun Ying to register and received a cyan token, with the word "Xuan" engraved on the front and the ancient character three thousand seven hundred and fifty-five engraved on the reverse. He also received a copy of the Xuanqing Sect rules, a book of basic cultivation exercises, and three sets of clothes for the Xuanqing Sect miscellaneous disciples.

"Brother Chu, what do the numbers behind this mean?"

"The number after that is your code name. Chu Yang took out his token, and the back was engraved with seven hundred and thirty-one. "We also have numbers in front of our residences, and the corresponding tokens can be opened. Although we are only miscellaneous disciples, we are also one person and one house. ”

Jun Ying nodded and said, "Brother Chu, I just cultivated, and I don't know much about Lingwu and the realm, can you explain it to me?"

"What, you've just started cultivating, haven't you condensed your spiritual martial arts yet?!" Chu Yang looked at Jun Ying in surprise. "Okay, okay, I'll tell you briefly, if you want to cultivate, you must condense the spirit martial arts, and the condensation of the spirit martial arts requires a spirit medium, the higher the quality of the spirit medium, the better the quality of the spirit martial arts condensed. ”

"The quality of Lingwu should also be related to the individual's qualifications. Jun Ying asked.

"Of course, but people with the same qualifications, the spirit medium is different, and the quality of the condensed spirit martial arts is also different. ”

"What about the realm, how is the realm of cultivation divided?"

"In the Lingwu Continent, cultivation is divided into nine realms, spirit soldiers, spirit soldiers, spirit generals, spirit commanders, spirit kings, spirit emperors, spirit emperors, spirit immortals, and spirit saints, and each major realm is divided into nine small realms. ”

The two of them walked as they talked, and before they knew it, they came to the front of house No. 3755. Jun Ying looked up and was taken aback. This house actually has three floors, and it is a relatively luxurious villa now, but it is actually just the residence of a miscellaneous disciple here.

"Okay, Brother Jun, you have a good rest today, and if you need anything, you can go to room 731 to find me. ”

"Okay, thank you Brother Chu. ”

The two saluted each other, and Chu Yang turned to leave. When I walked into the house, it was very clean, but it seemed a little empty and deserted. Walked to the third floor, took a bath, Jun Ying cleaned himself up, changed the clothes of the miscellaneous disciples, and stood in front of the mirror, Jun Ying was a little surprised, Jun Ying of the Lingwu Continent was actually exactly the same as himself, wearing a cyan brocade robe, long hair like ink tied behind him with a blue crown, oblique Ying Ting sword eyebrows, a pair of sharp black eyes, lightly pursed lips, with a bit of bohemian, handsome outline, but a little delicate and handsome, like an eagle in the night, cold and arrogant, and like a crane in an ink painting, gentle and elegant.

After Jun Ying finished reading the basic exercises of Xuanqing Gate, he sat cross-legged on the bed and recalled Chu Yang's words, condensing Lingwu requires a spiritual medium, which means that it is easier for everyone to obtain a good spiritual medium and have a better quality Lingwu. I have just come to this world, and there is no good spirit medium at all, and if I don't lay a good foundation, I'm afraid that my future achievements will be limited. Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw the necklace around his neck, a black rope wearing a beast's tooth. Jun Ying clearly remembered that this was when he had just survived the Forty-Nine Heavenly Tribulation, a meteorite outside the sky fell to the earth, and he locked it with a spirit seal, and when he found it, there was only one tooth left, and the rest of the parts should have been melted by the high temperature of the falling friction, and there was a thick dragon aura on it, which was the tooth of the dragon. Holding the dragon's teeth, Jun Ying thought to himself, could it be that his rebirth also has something to do with it? Since you are not a mortal, then the spirit medium of Lingwu condensation is you.

Lingwu is not so easy to condense, but it is still very easy for Jun Ying, who almost survived the Ninety-Nine Heavenly Tribulation. There is a record of the basic cultivation exercises of Xuanqing Gate, looking at the sea of clouds inward, condensing the soldier star at the beginning, condensing the spirit martial arts, and the dragon's teeth are suspended in front of Jun Ying's body, exuding a faint blue glow. The blue light lingered around Jun Ying, surrounded by nine fist-sized stars, and eight of these nine stars were gray, only the one closest to Jun Ying loomed, as if it was about to take shape.

The dragon's tooth turned into a blue light that connected the nine stars, and the nine stars slowly merged. Condensing spiritual martial arts is determined by the person who cultivates, and can be transformed into various weapons, such as swords, sticks, bows, knives, guns, and so on. Jun Ying closed his eyes, looking breezy and calm. If others are here, they will definitely be surprised, even if they are talented people, it is very difficult to condense spiritual martial arts, how can there be the current appearance of Jun Ying.

Jun Ying was originally a sword cultivator, and the condensed spirit martial arts were naturally swords. The sword is three and a half feet long, and the sword body is clearly depicted with the dragon pattern, the hilt is also coiled by the dragon, and the tail of the dragon is wrapped around the half-foot sword body. Just as Jun Ying's spiritual martial arts were condensed, dark clouds suddenly filled the sky, and lightning flashed and thundered. Jun Ying opened his eyes violently, Heavenly Tribulation?

There had been no dark clouds and lightning on Kunlun Mountain for many years, and the disciples of Xuanqing Sect looked at the sky in amazement.

Jun Ying hurriedly slashed his wrist, and the gushing blood completely enveloped Lingwu. The Heavenly Tribulation couldn't feel the aura of Jun Ying Lingwu, and gradually dispersed. Lingwu will grow like people, like this kind of heavenly tribulation, at least the Lingwu who has reached the realm of the Spirit Emperor will happen, and no one would have thought that this kind of anti-heaven divine weapon would be in a person who has just condensed Lingwu. Originally, there was no need to drip blood to condense Lingwu, but Jun Ying did this just to cover up Lingwu's aura with his own low-cultivation aura. Spurting out so much essence blood at once, Jun Ying was dizzy for a while, and when he saw that the heavenly tribulation had dispersed, he hurriedly stopped the bleeding. Holding his own spiritual martial arts, Jun Ying was very satisfied in his heart, holding this sword was like a part of his body, and he had actually reached the realm of human and sword integration. It's right to think about it, although the body is reborn, but his soul is still the former sword god, whether it is spiritual power or attainments in the way of the sword, he has already been superb. Looking at the Lingwu in his hand, Jun Ying felt a lot of emotion in his heart, once on the earth, he held the seven-star dragon abyss in his hand, commanding the wind and clouds, and looking at the world, if it weren't for the thin aura of the earth in the 21st century, he would not have failed to cross the catastrophe. Thinking of this, Jun Ying sighed, your name is still called Long Yuan.

Jun Ying, fifteen years old, Lingwu Longyuan (sword), a Lingwu condensed by using the dragon's tooth as a spiritual medium, a one-star spiritual soldier.

Jun Ying closed his eyes, held Long Yuan in his hand, and the layers of sword intent dispersed to the surroundings like Bowen on the water, and Long Yuan let out a sword roar, as if to say to the world, I, here! Put away Long Yuan, the cultivation methods of this world and the earth are completely different, and Jun Ying has done every step very carefully. Walk to the side of the bed, sit cross-legged and look at the sea of clouds, the soldier star in the nine stars exudes a faint light, around the soldier star, a star spirit surrounds, constantly rotates, and when the nine star spirits surround, the soldier star will be completely lit up, and then you can impact the spirit.

Suddenly, a chill surged in, and a powerful spiritual force swept through the entire next three days, stayed for a long time, and found that there was nothing abnormal before it receded like a tide.

Jun Ying breathed a sigh of relief, it was so dangerous, although this person's spiritual power was still much worse than his own, his strength was by no means below the Spirit King or even stronger. Fortunately, the Heavenly Tribulation did not descend and was not discovered, otherwise with the current strength, there would definitely be a lot of trouble. Shaking his head, he didn't think much about it, condensing Lingwu and losing too much blood, a wave of sleepiness hit, and in the cold winter, Jun Ying lay on the bed and fell asleep without covering the quilt.

Night gradually fell, and a figure quietly entered Junying's room. Mu Qianyao looked at the sleeping Jun Ying, her eyes were complicated. Finally, he sighed, opened the quilt, and carefully covered Jun Ying's body.