Shang Lu felt like he was in a dream at the moment.

He himself is only a cultivator in the Baihong realm, even if he has a mysterious Dao method, but in this Penglai, his past spirit has already been greatly reduced.

He was originally complacent.

He has a high level of understanding, has intelligent qualifications, and is the only person designated by the Daomen today.

In his hand, he holds such a treasure as the heavenly character.

All these circumstances add up to make his life very easy all the time.

But on this Penglai Island, it broke his heart.

When he saw it with his own eyes, the martial artists who had reached the peak of the Extreme Realm in the past could be killed casually.

When he saw with his own eyes that the originally unreachable land immortals, and even the celestial beings, could fall, the leisurely and proud complacency in his heart was shattered in an instant.

Shang Lu followed the crowd almost in a daze, stepped into this palace island, and walked into a palace pavilion that looked inconspicuous at all.

Those treasures in the Immortal Palace, he Shang Lu didn't want them.

Is it that Lao Tzu is in the Baihong realm, fighting to the death in the snow realm, what to use to grab treasures from those monsters who have reached the peak and even land immortals?

It's better to save your life first.

So he didn't choose those palaces and pavilions that looked magnificent and different, but alone, quietly came to a side hall, just to get through the moment.

But......

But why did I just bump into the baby?

Shang Lu made a big question mark in his heart, and his eyes looked at him a little dullly.

On the ground of the lobby, there is a quaint formation.

The formation is complicated, and the seal is incomprehensible, which is a method that he can't understand at all.

But he couldn't die, and casually performed a little trick.

He really just cast it at will, and he didn't think that he could open this formation at all, let alone what chance he could have.

But this formation, after he used that spell, suddenly brightened.

The light was extremely strong, overflowing from the formation, reaching straight to the sky, this small palace attic, could not be concealed at all.

Not to mention the entire Immortal Palace, even the entire Penglai Island can be seen clearly.

"It's over, what's going to happen? Run? ”

Shang Lu's eyes rolled slightly, and he immediately made up his mind that the thirty-six strategies were the best strategy, and he turned around and wanted to leave.

But outside the door, a figure suddenly appeared.

Shang Lu's footsteps that had just been lifted involuntarily put down again.

The man's face was a little gloomy, his figure was quite tall, but he was not burly, he was dressed in a black and gray Taoist robe, but he was obviously also a Taoist priest.

Taoist priests always have a stronger sense of this kind of Qimen formation than ordinary people, so it is not surprising that the other party came here first.

But Shang Lu's expression became a little silent, and after a long time, he spoke.

"Big brother."

Zhang Mingxuan's footsteps did not stop, but the corner of his eye swept over Shang Lu, looking at the footsteps he had just put down, his expression was thoughtful.

"If you want to run, run away."

Zhang Mingxuan left such a sentence, his words were flat, and then passed by Shang Lu.

But when the words fell in Shang Lu's ears, he felt a little sneered.

But now there was no time to care about so much, Shang Lu shook his head and took another step.

But he couldn't lift his feet.

Shang Lu's face was a little distorted, and he couldn't raise his head.

As a fellow cultivator, why do you just want to leave?

He knew very well in his heart that the Daozi that he was walking in the current generation of the Dao Sect and was cultivated by the Dao Sect was only what the other party had discarded to him.

At that time, Zhang Mingxuan went down the mountain on a rainy night, killing countless people along the way, and his strength was still low at that time, but he met the other party in a side hall without dying.

He turned and fled.

It's the same as today.

But with Shang Lu's humble four-grade realm at that time, when he met Zhang Mingxuan, who held a first-grade puppet, no matter how he escaped, it was just in vain.

I don't know what the reason is, in short, Zhang Mingxuan at that time just swept over Shang Lu with an indifferent gaze and did not kill him.

After that, everything was already known to the rivers and lakes.

The predecessor Daozi Zhang Mingxuan defected from the sect for some reason, and the Daozi who took over was a little-known Taoist.

That Xiaodao is Shang Lu.

Shang Lu's gaze suddenly became a little more determined, he took a deep breath, but suddenly turned around and did not choose to leave.

Zhang Mingxuan didn't care about the person behind him at all, just frowned slightly, and slowly walked in front of that formation.

He wants to pursue the highway.

Zhang Mingxuan suddenly sighed.

There was a trace of nothingness, and only Zhang Mingxuan could feel the aura in this place slowly overflowed from the formation.

It is a breath that is different from everything in the heavens and the world.

It is also the breath he is looking for.

Situ Nanfeng didn't lie to him.

Dare to ask where is it?

The way is at the feet.

……

Man and sword in one?

Ye Wuwu was a little dumbfounded for a while, and he didn't know what the other party meant by asking this.

But he replied anyway, of course, only casually.

"I have the same mind as the sword, I am the sword, and the sword is me?"

The man who was the sword spirit and the ancestor shook his head and continued to ask.

"That's it?"

Ye Wuwu finally turned around at this moment, and after glancing at the other party, he frowned, but he was not in a hurry to speak, but was really thinking.

After a long time, he gave the answer.

"The so-called unity of man and sword is just to make the sword swing faster."

The middle-aged man laughed dumbly, but then turned into laughter.

Ye Wuwu couldn't help frowning tightly, but said with a slight anger.

"What are you laughing at?"

Only then did the middle-aged man stop laughing, put on a calm look, and said in a leisurely and calm tone.

"You're right."

"The so-called unity of the human sword in the world, to put it simply, is nothing more than to make the sword swing faster."

This time it was Ye Wuwu's turn, and he was a little abrupt.

In the final analysis, whether it is the unity of man and sword, or something else, it is just the comprehension of the sword, which is to go to the next level.

"There have been many sayings in the world, but the most simple and clear is nothing more than communicating with the sword's mind, as if holding not the sword, but his own arm."

The middle-aged man said slowly.

Ye Wuwu did not refute this.

Because in the stories of the rivers and lakes, and even in martial arts, most of them are described and recorded in this way, and there are no omissions.

The middle-aged man paused, and then continued to speak, his voice a little strange.

"The sword is a part of one's body, which is the unity of man and sword, and this is the limit of man."

Ye Wuwu listened to it for a long time, but he still didn't know why, and couldn't help but interrupt.

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

The middle-aged man stopped.

He just stood in front of Ye Wuwu, his figure floating slightly, and he looked down at Ye Wuwu condescendingly.

Immediately, he spoke slowly, and his words were full of seriousness.

"It's true that the limits of people are so."

"So, boy, do you dare not be a man?"

(End of chapter)