Dean Mo's clothes rose without wind and moved ethereally, but his palms did not tremble at all.

One palm is a thought, and a gust of wind rose next to the fairy sword, and there were layers of mysteries in between, which instantly cut off all the immortal qi.

Everyone in the world knows that Dean Mo of Seifu-in Temple is a master with strong mental power. The power of the mind transformed by the true qi and the cultivation of the spiritual path, such people are very few in the entire Central Continent.

It's only for a few people to see him make a move, Dayu has been founded for a hundred years, and there are too few things that can make him make a move. Unless it's a big deal, as it is today.

The fairy sword is trembling, ringing, or rather excited.

What kind of things can make Fairy Sword excited? The breath that emanated from the scabbard was immortal qi and sword intent.

The excitement of meeting prey, the anticipation of battle.

Flamboyant and manic.

Since Emperor Yu placed the fairy sword on the top floor of the library building, this sword has never been so excited for several years, why is it today?

.......

Decades ago, there was a natural vision, and it rained for thousands of miles. After this rain, only cultivators could feel that the aura of heaven and earth had become more intense than ever, as if the world had undergone a breath change.

The world is more novel than ever, and it is more powerful than ever. Countless cultivators took advantage of this rain to break through their own mental barriers and successfully enter the country. There are newcomers on the three major lists, and one after another strong dark horses have entered people's field of vision. The cultivation world ushered in a once-in-a-century event.

For mortals, all the crops of this year are very good, the grass is extremely fertile in the most extensive horse ranch in Dayu, the fruit harvest in the north is excellent, the seafood production in the south is several times that of previous years, and the wind blowing on the banks of the mountains and rivers is even more pleasant, as if there is still a trace of sweetness.

More than ten years ago, a sword fell from the sky and landed on the coast of the South China Sea, the waves were churning and thundering and roaring, and Emperor Yu personally came and withdrew the sword.

No one knew the origin of this sword, and they couldn't understand why this sword emitted such pure true qi, and perhaps it was an omen. Many people are suspicious, but more people are turning their attention to Zhushan, because Zhushan is beginning to come out.

A rain fell, and Zhushan's disciples began to come out, and it was self-evident whose decision it was. Zhushan is the place where Dayu Wen Shengling came to educate his disciples, and it is rumored that there are three thousand disciples, but no one knows how many there are. If the rumors are true, then when three thousand disciples enter the world, Wen Sheng must have seen something from this rain. Could it be that there really is a fairyland, or is this some kind of omen? Whatever it is, there must be something wrong with this.

Just when everyone was suspicious of this, Emperor Yu put this fairy sword in the library building of Qingfeng Academy, and gathered the true qi of the four deans of the four courtyards of Tianqi to build a scabbard and seal the sword. This move is even more puzzling to the people of the world, everyone knows that before Zhushan did not enter the WTO, Qingfeng Yuan was the secular representative of Zhushan, and this practice was nothing more than handing over the side of the fairy sword to Wen Sheng.

Is this trust? Or a hint. In this way, the people of the world have determined a problem, that is, this sword is not a mortal thing, maybe it is really the same as the rumor, it comes from the immortal realm that is only opened once in thousands of years.

Over the years, countless people have come to Seifu-in, including those big names in the cultivation world. No matter how much they comprehended, they could never dissipate their own sword intent, and all the spells in the world seemed to have a heavenly trench with them.

However, just tonight, this sword actually had a sword roar, exuding sword intent.

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"Is it craving something?"

I don't know when, there was an old man with silver hair next to Dean Mo.

The old man was holding a teapot in his hand, and he seemed to be calm, but in fact, he was already extremely nervous.

If Bai Jiu was here, he would definitely recognize this person, this is the gentleman who tested his cultivation when he was admitted to the hospital.

"There must be a problem, this sword has never been like this, it is seeking war, and the sword intent it exudes is a declaration of war." Dean Mo's face was ugly, and he was even more pale, the palm just now consumed too much of his mental power, even if he had signs of overdraft.

But who could it be? Could it be that it is the fairy world of legends again? ”

The old man was silent, and then said: "Immortal qi can be blocked, but sword intent cannot be suppressed, there is something in the courtyard?" Or is it in the city? ”

After hearing this, Dean Mo's eyes flashed a pale color, "If that's the case, does the legendary Mo have to become a reality!" ”

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When his divine sense turned into a breeze blowing through the small world, Bai Jiu saw behind the mountain that was more majestic than the Qinling Mountains.

It was a very wide lake, or a sea, because Bai Jiu could not see the border, his divine sense swept over the top of the mountain, and all he saw was a vast black, and the light did not enter, the color did not enter, and everything in the distance did not enter.

It's a sea of black.

Bai Jiu's divine consciousness continued to move forward and landed on the shore of this sea, and he looked at this sea very blankly. What is it?

There is no shortage of books in this world that describe the inner world, and the most introduced in the books are nothing more than mountains and plains. Or there are those congenital meridians that are broken, resulting in devastated canyons. However, there is never a book that mentions that there will be an ocean in the small world that we first see.

There will be an ocean in the small world of a cultivator, and that will only arise when you have cultivated to the highest level of pure contemplation, which proves that the true qi in your body is endless. Every drop of water in the ocean is the condensation of your true qi, how much true qi should exist in that sea?

Bai Jiu was thinking that the ocean in front of him was the one introduced in the book, looking at the sea. But how could it be that I had just realized it!

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from the sea, and it blew through Bai Jiu's divine sense, blocked by the mountain behind him, and began to reverberate. There seemed to be a voice coming out, Bai Jiu didn't understand, but he understood that it was a call.

This sea is calling to itself.

Bai Jiu didn't know what to do, the sea of condensation written in "The First Gate" turned into true qi. The growing white mist above his head was exactly what he was doing. And yet? In his small world, there is a sea.

Is this the condensation of true qi?

Bai Jiu was puzzled, so he planned to try.

From the sky to the coast or ten thousand miles, or only a finger's distance, Bai Jiu moved, and a wisp of his divine consciousness fell from the sky to the sea.

When a firewood encounters a raging fire, it is like a torch that falls among the dead leaves all over the mountains.

This is combustion.

The Black Sea turned into a sea of fire.

There was no dust, no sound, just fiery heat, and the black mist that rose.

The clean and transparent flames, with countless high temperatures, scorched the sky.

Bai Jiujue is very hot, this heat comes from the heart, from the chest, and even more from his dantian qi sea.

His heart was beating fast, the blood in his veins was flowing rapidly, and his clothes were instantly wet with sweat, and then they were steamed dry.

A cyclone appeared above his head, and a layer of mist rose inside the house, and the wind was blowing a little stronger outside on the shore of Linze Lake.

Then, from the depths of Seifu-in, a crisp sword roar was heard.