The perfect sword light seems to be a space of its own.

Artistic conception 12 floors!

Xu Chuan almost forgot everything and was completely immersed in this drop of golden blood in the way of the sword.

This sword of slashing immortals is obtained by the nine-headed demon snake from a Jedi, and when it is obtained, there is no grass within a thousand zhang around, and all living beings are extinct, because it is a broken sword, the spirit of the magic weapon has long dissipated, so it is impossible to recognize the master at all, but the "instinctive sword intent" of the sword alone is extremely terrifying! As soon as the Immortal Broken Sword came out, he would never stop without killing the enemy, and the nine-headed demon snake even relied on this Immortal Broken Sword to kill a mortal enemy!

He has three doppelgangers, and the doppelgangers are on adventure, and they are ready to die at any time, and the treasures they carry on him are never ready to be taken back. If Xu Chuan only had one dantian, with the sharpness of the Immortal Sword, he would indeed be unable to stop it, and he would be abolished in an instant.

But Xu Chuan had nine dantians, and one was abolished, which had no effect on him at all.

Moreover, the nine-headed demon snake didn't expect that the most valuable thing about this Immortal Slashing Sword was not the broken sword itself, but a drop of golden blood on the sword!

This drop of golden blood is the blood of an immortal whose artistic conception of the sword has reached the level of "saint", when this immortal falls, the immortal blood drips on his broken sword, and the artistic conception contained in it is like a lighthouse in the vast sea, which happens to point out the way forward for Xu Chuan.

Although Xu Chuan's cultivation years are short, his prestige has increased, and his comprehension has already reached an unbelievable level, coupled with the accumulation of many treasures, he has accumulated steadily.

At this moment, Xu Chuan really saw the ultimate direction of Kenshinhua's various kendos, which belonged to his "next world" artistic conception kendo.

Complete, flawless.

He saw the past life, the present life, the common people under the rotation of the Heavenly Dao, the cultivators who were arrogant in the face of the mundane, and panicked in the face of the heavenly calamity.

Heaven is ruthless.

The mood is different.

Only a sword that contains artistic conception and will can have infinite resilience and infinite possibilities.

The will of living beings is to create infinite possibilities from the impossible.

"This is my sword path, the twelfth layer of artistic conception, but it is still a little short of the real thirteenth layer of the Great Perfection, where is the difference?"

Xu Chuan felt that he was close to "consummation", and even as a legendary level swordsmanship artistic conception, now the twelfth layer of artistic conception is comparable to ordinary artistic conception consummation, on top of consummation, one step further?

Just a little bit.

But what is this point?

"The perception of this golden blood, coming surgingly, will gradually retreat, if you can't realize it this time, it will be difficult to have this opportunity again." Xu Chuan could feel that with time, such a thing as epiphany would dissipate.

"Isn't my understanding enough?"

The artistic conception becomes consummated, it is too difficult and too difficult, there are only how many monks with consummation of artistic conception in the entire Xia Dynasty, and the legend of the artistic conception is a legend in the legend.

It took thousands of years for a god cultivator to reach it, how long did Xu Chuan practice?

On this point, Xu Chuan has been in the stone box for more than seven years, time is still flowing, the time outside is passing day by day, and the time in the stone box is accelerating ninety times.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed since the outside world.

In the past half a year, the outside world has returned to calm, and the turmoil of Xu Chuan, the Marquis of the Holy Manifestation, who was attacked by the nine-headed demon snake, has long subsided.

However, the golden light over Dingzhou Mansion, and the palaces and caves among them all prove the battle of the day.

Xu Fuzhong.

Su Qing, Miaoyin, Xu Lang and others have all lived in the Xu family in Dingzhou.

"Uncle hasn't heard from me yet." In Xu's mansion, a middle-aged woman walked under the porch, looking up at the golden light in the sky, she had just brought soup to Mrs. Su Qing.

The maids who passed by saluted her respectfully. Shouting Aunt Mercy.

She is a merciful star, and she is also a chief steward of the Prince's Mansion, more than 20 years have passed, she is now nearly forty years old, although she has followed Miaoyin's side, and has also taken some elixirs to nourish her face and stay in her appearance, but because of her cultivation and Qi training, she has not even reached the congenital level, and the traces of the years are naturally more obvious.

For more than 20 years, as long as she can see Hou Ye, she feels at ease, Lianxing has never asked for any status, and she is now very satisfied.

"I believe that my uncle will survive this catastrophe safely." There was a determined glint in her eyes.

"Huh."

A gust of wind suddenly blew in Xu's house.

Everything is at a standstill.

No matter what the entire courtyard of the Xu Mansion was doing, whether it was a monk or a layman, it fell into a standstill.

A middle-aged monk in a green robe appeared in the courtyard.

Stroll in.

This courtyard is the courtyard of the princess's wife Su Qing, and the courtyard of the lady Miaoyin is in another place.

"Regardless of whether Xu Chuan is dead or not, this lady is the most cherished by him, and this condition owed to the Gu Sect is over." The middle-aged monk said secretly in his heart.

Xu Chuan has two wives, one is Princess Miaoyin, who is the youngest daughter of Emperor Xia, of course she can't move. The other one is easy to say.

In the room, Xu Lang and Xia Bing were accompanying Su Qing, and suddenly Xu Lang's eyelids lifted and looked at the door, the door opened without wind, and the middle-aged monk walked in.

"You are?" Xu Lang and Xia Bing frowned. On the contrary, Su Qing just looked indifferently at the middle-aged monk who suddenly appeared.

"Who am I, you don't need to ask, the prince of the Holy Manifestation is a prince of the court, and his status is honorable, and I will not hurt you." The middle-aged monk laughed.

"Those who come are not good, those who are good do not come, Your Excellency is uninvited, there must be a plan, you don't need to go around in circles, just say it." Xu Lang looked at this monk.

The middle-aged monk smiled.

"The tiger father has no dogs, but Xu Chuan has a good son." As he spoke, his gaze swept away.

Xu Lang couldn't move or speak.

Xia Bing's face changed. She had seen this scene, and when Xu Chuan broke the Gongzi Hall, he also swept his eyes, and the monks in the entire hall couldn't move.

"You are?"

"Madame, come with me." The middle-aged monk looked at Su Qing.

Su Qing didn't speak.

The middle-aged monk shook his head and sighed, his gaze like an ant.

"Your Excellency is not afraid of the imperial court?" Summer Ice Road.

"The Imperial Court? I just borrowed my wife to speak in two steps, how could the court condemn me. The middle-aged monk said, raising his palm.

But as soon as his palms moved,

Suddenly, a bone-chilling chill enveloped him.

"Huh?"

The middle-aged monk's face changed, and he turned his head sharply. I saw that there was a figure in the courtyard outside the room, and the figure was dressed in white like snow, holding a delicate short knife in his hand, standing there, like a gentle and elegant jade man.

"Daddy." Xia Bing had already spoken happily.

"Uncle." Xu Lang was able to move again and spoke.

Su Qing's face was still indifferent.

The middle-aged monk looked at the figure in the courtyard with fear, with a trace of solemnity in his eyes, and said in surprise:

"Xia Wuzheng? Are you a baby? ”

"Just survived." The white-clothed figure nodded.

"Do you know who I am?" The middle-aged monk said in a deep voice.

"In this way, who else is there besides the Cloud Guandao Priest?" Xia Wuzheng said.

Guanyun Dao people smiled: "When the old man was defeated in the competition for the position of state pastor in Dingzhou, he has been at large since then, but I didn't expect to be recognized." You know it's me, and you dare to show up? I heard that you got the ancient god tablet, and the way of artistic conception has advanced by leaps and bounds, but I am a "breeze" artistic conception, and you want to stop me? ”

Losing the battle for the position of state pastor is obviously a shameful thing, but he seems to be very glorious when he says it, because he is not dead after losing the battle for the state pastor, and it is a symbol of strength.

"Artistic conception is complete?" Xia Wuzheng looked over.

Rumble.

Without the slightest warning,

The ground in the courtyard was cracked with a huge crack like a knife mark.

The moment the crack appeared.

Guanyun Dao Chief's face changed, and he hurriedly raised his palm.

"Boom~~" The palm of the Guanyun Daoist slapped out, like a cloud dragon crossing the sky, causing the Dao Dao wind to roar, and there were twists and turns of the True Yuan Wind and Waves.

"Bang!" As if it had exploded, a loud bang sounded in the courtyard, and the speed of the Cloud Viewing Dao Chief's hand was almost blurred, and a red light could be seen vaguely.

But invisibly, there seemed to be a faster sword light falling, and this knife was invisible, only the cracks in the ground were seen.

The two did not dodge in the slightest, and collided directly with each other

"Poof!" A low, soft voice rang out.

"Wow~~" A puddle of blood suddenly appeared in the room, and the blood mist was floating.

The figure of the Cloud Watching Taoist disappeared.

"Okay, it's a good Xia Wuzheng, how long has it been, you have reached consummation, and you have survived the Yuanying Tribulation, and from then on there will be one more consummating powerhouse in the world, but you want to kill me? It's not close, haha. ”

The voice came from the courtyard, and Xia Wuzheng just looked at it coldly.

"I fled quickly, and I didn't die when I failed to compete for the position of state pastor, and it was because I fled quickly."

……

This is a small thing that happened in the Xu Mansion, and few people know about it. The consummation-level monks made a move, and the ordinary military guards of the imperial court, what if the monks knew?

Another place.

The city lord of Fengcheng looked at the talisman spirit in front of him.

"Failed?"

The spirit said: "Then Xu Chuan whether he dies or not, all the treasures will definitely be handed over to his wife and heir, so it is best to arrest his wife, this time it failed, if you want to succeed 100%, you must pay a big price, the city lord must think about it." ”

The face of the city lord of Fengcheng was ugly, and the ancient sect was greedy when he did business.

"I'll think again."

"Okay."

……

Xu Chuan has been in the cave palace for a year,

"It's still a little short, my understanding, it's still a little short."

Xu Chuan felt that he had been in the stone box for nearly a hundred years, and after all, he was almost there, could it be difficult or fail?

"Fame increased by 50, and the current reputation is 94560."

"Fame increased by 100, and the current reputation is 94660."

……

Suddenly, his popularity rose coldly.

Xu Chuan was stunned.

This is?

A person's prestige will ferment over time, some people are alive and dead, and some people are dead but still alive! Prestige is such a thing, you may not be recognized by the world when you are alive, but when you die, there is more recognition!

On this day, it happened to be the year that Xu Chuan entered the Dongfu Palace, and on this day, many state ministers, monks, and even the imperial court were promoting Xu Chuan's exploits.

Xu Chuan could feel that his understanding was obviously improving.