"Do you still want it!

Jian Wuchen's words were like a bombshell, exploding in Ling Zhan's heart, instantly stirring up monstrous waves, making the whole person's state of mind change dramatically.

At this time, the 30 million long swords under his feet rotated rapidly, and the magnificent Wanjian Mountain suddenly rose to the sky, like an ancient totem feeling the blood, and the entire Wanjian Mountain came alive!

Jian Wuchen didn't use his spiritual power, but a few words caused an uproar in Ling Zhan's mind.

Ling Zhan's heart was surging when he heard this, his blood was boiling, standing on the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain and feeling the aura of the dragon, as if he was the emperor of the sword, and the thirty million long swords under his body were all at his disposal, and every move could lead to a catastrophe in heaven and earth!

"Do you still want it!

In the distance, a white-clothed dust-whisked swordsman stood with his hands in his hands, his white hair fluttering in the cold wind, looking up at the sky and not speaking, but the words he just said were like thunder on the ground, echoing in Ling Zhan's heart, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

Now Ling Zhan's eyes were red, the green tendons on the hand holding Bai Lu were bursting up, and the green shirt he had just changed into had already been cut by the scattered sword gang, revealing his perfect bronzed skin. Ling Zhan stared at the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain below, and unconsciously wanted to close his eyes, a sword towards the sky could cause a thunderbolt, and the thunder flashed, and the white dew came to Ling Zhan's body.

I only felt that my arm was numb, and suddenly a large amount of thunder light entered my body, causing Ling Zhan's chest to glow with demonic green fluorescence in the dim night!

Ling Zhan gritted his teeth hard, his mouth closed tightly, not wanting to say anything.

As soon as the dantian sank, a large number of silver true elements gushed out from the eight veins of the Qi Sutra. Previously, the thunder and lightning entered his body through Bai Lu, and the meridians in his body expanded abruptly, and after transformation, a layer of flowing light formed on the sword bones of Ling Zhan's body and slowly rotated.

At this time, the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain hung in the sky, and after a while, it rose hundreds of meters, and the Ten Thousand Swords moved together, and there was no tendency to stop.

The heights are cold, and dark clouds obscure the eyes.

Being high in the sky, Ling Zhan didn't know where this power came from, so mysterious that it could drive thirty million long swords. Looking at the sword Wuchen rising in the air in the distance, I saw him waving the dust, smiling and not saying a word.

Since Jian Wuchen didn't say anything, Ling Zhan didn't ask much.

After slowly absorbing the power of thunder and lightning, Ling Zhan closed his eyes in intoxication, the sudden lightning just now was enough to bring him a sense of strength. That naturally occurring lightning, when it entered the body through the white dew, strengthened the meridians, tempered the body, and formed a protective film on the sword bone.

Ling Zhan exhaled for a long time, and when he slowly opened his eyes, a golden light flashed in his eyes.

At this time, Wanjian Mountain was suspended for two thousand meters in the air, and if you looked up from the ground, you would be a shining star slowly rising in the sky. Finally, when it was suspended in the air to three thousand meters above the sky, the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain no longer rose, and the thirty million long swords no longer rotated, and at this time, the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain stayed in the sky.

Ling Zhan couldn't imagine what kind of force supported Ten Thousand Swords Mountain to come here. When he leaned down and looked down, he saw through the clouds that the incomparably wide platform of the Heavenly Gate had become the size of a baked cake, and the houses on the ground had become dense sesame seeds. As for the cultivators, Ling Zhan couldn't see it clearly at all.

The stars were dim tonight, the sky at three thousand meters was not clear, and Wanjian Mountain stayed in the clouds. Looking at the clouds and mist around him, Ling Zhan felt a sense of ethereal in his heart.

Suddenly, Ling Zhan remembered a poem he had learned when he was a child: The dangerous building is a hundred feet high, and you can pick the stars with your hands. I dare not raise my voice, for fear of frightening the people in heaven.

The exclamation was not over, and he was about to ask the white-clothed swordsman what was going on, when suddenly there were two loud noises in his ears, Ling Zhan was shocked in a dream, and when he turned around, he saw a thick dark cloud quietly coming, flashing dazzling thunder light inside, and it was drifting towards Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

"Senior, what's going on!" Ling Zhan looked at Jian Wuchen on the side, puzzled in his heart, and said: "If we don't let Wanjian Mountain return to the platform, we will definitely be killed by these lightning!" After the lightning carving's thunder fire quenching body, Ling Zhan can usually eat one or two lightning bolts, but what is coming is a huge dark cloud, which is full of lightning and thunder, exuding terrifying heaven and earth coercion, Ling Zhan doesn't think that his body can be tempered by hundreds of thunderbolts.

Moreover, there are tens of thousands of giant swords under his feet, most of which are forged from stainless steel, copper and iron, and this Ten Thousand Swords Mountain is a super conductor. If the clouds come, the thunder and lightning on the rice surface hit the Wanjian Mountain, and it will also form a super powerful natural magnetic field.

The location where Ling Zhan is located is the center of the magnetic field!

According to the knowledge that Ling Zhan had learned in his previous life, if he was in a strong magnetic center, once the magnetic field operated, his body would not become crippled, and his brain would have to become paralyzed. Although he practiced the "Practicing Divine Technique" by himself, and his knowledge of the sea was ten times that of a monk of the same realm, Ling Zhan had no confidence in the face of the super magnetic field.

This calamity cloud, after all, is the power of heaven and earth. And he is just a small martial artist.

Just relying on the body of Wu Zong to fight against Tianwei, it is not that he knows that there are tigers in the mountains and prefers to go to the tiger mountains, but rats lick cats - looking for death!

As the clouds approached, Ling Zhan felt that his body began to float up gently, and the white dew on his hand was uncontrollable, ready to break away from his right hand. Ling Zhan knew that the more this kind of crisis was, the more he couldn't be nervous, so he took a deep breath, Ling Zhan looked at Jian Wuchen: "Senior, I can accept your creation, otherwise, let's go down!"

Jian Wuchen's eyes narrowed, a mysterious smile appeared on his face, and Yukong came to Ling Zhan: "Boy, I already knew that you would agree, so this creation has already started from the moment you go out." ”

"What, from the moment you go out, it's already started?"

After hearing Jian Wuchen's words, Ling Zhan's body was shocked, and a large number of scattered memory fragments suddenly appeared in his mind, the picture started from when he just entered the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and then he was taken to the top of the mountain, and then he passed through a thunderbolt quenching body, and now it is the terrifying clouds of heaven and earth!

It turned out that he had been calculated by Jian Wuchen early in the morning!

Ling Zhan is an ultra-modern idealist, he will never believe in pie in the sky, when Jian Wuchen first said that he wanted to give him a creation, he was vigilant, but he never expected that this Jian Wuchen would not even leave a way back for himself! Ling Zhan was covered in a cold sweat, ready to take out a black stone from his pocket.

As long as you move to Binggota, you will be safe. As for other things, Ling Zhan can't care so much!

"Boy, I'm not harming you, why are you looking at me like this!"

Just as Ling Zhan put his hand into his pocket, Jian Wuchen spoke again, only to see him bend his white eyebrows, staring at Ling Zhan and saying: "You are born with a good sword bone, and you can also "Ten Directions Killing Sword", although it is a fragment, it can be regarded as a fate with me. Today, I wanted to take in apprentices on behalf of the teacher, but if you don't want to, I won't force it. I thought about it for a long time tonight, and then I decided to help you reforge the sword bone, I didn't expect that you kid doesn't know the goods, the things in your pocket should be a transfer charm, I have known your senior brother for thirty years, and my character is guaranteed, and besides, he is down there, I definitely won't make a move on a junior!"

Jian Wuchen's face was sincere, Ling Zhan was skeptical, but after thinking for a moment, he still pulled his hand out of his pocket.

According to Ling Zhan's thoughts, there is absolutely no love in the world for no reason, Jian Wuchen is so self-sacrificing, which makes Ling Zhan puzzled, but in the depths of his consciousness, he still feels that there is something wrong with this Jian Wuchen!

Seeing that Ling Zhan had relaxed his vigilance, Jian Wuchen smiled and said, "Ling Zhan, you have a whole pair of sword bones, so naturally you don't know how rare the sword bones are. Jian Wuchen glanced at the approaching dark clouds, paused and said: "There are a total of two hundred and six bones on the human body, and the swordsman must condense the sword bones when he seeks the way of the sword, like me to reach the martial arts, but I only condense one left hand, and the Tianmen predecessor Jian Jiuzhu condenses two hundred sword bones, and can lead ten thousand swords to return to the sect with one sword." ”

After hearing Jian Wuchen's words, Ling Zhan was stunned for a moment, at the beginning, Bing Gota Weapon Spirit told him that it was very rare to be born with a sword bone, but he didn't expect it to be so rare! Even the predecessors who created the "Ten Directions Killing Sword" only condensed two hundred pieces until they died.

Jian Wuchen came to Ling Zhan and said, "Back then, after the sword nine candles were dissolved by themselves, they stayed in Wanjian Mountain with a divine thought, and he said that after cultivating the sword bones, they could also reforge the sword bones, so that they could go further in the sword path. Seeing you today is fate, and helping you reforge your sword bones this time can be regarded as a good fate. ”

"Just a good relationship?"

"Yes, you can't accept apprentices on behalf of the teacher, it's better to give you a creation!" Jian Wuchen's tone was flat, and he couldn't see anything wrong.

Ling Zhan's eyes rolled back and forth, and he finally made up his mind and spoke, "Am I going to reforge the sword bone in the clouds?"

Jian Wuchen nodded and said: "Ten Thousand Swords Mountain suppresses a hundred martial soul revenants, and when Tianwei arrives, the power of these revenant souls will pass through the thirty million long swords, change your muscles and bones, and make you go further!"

"Then what should I ......do," Ling Zhan asked.

Before Ling Zhan could finish speaking, Jian Wuchen teleported away from this place: "Boy, the clouds are here, good luck!"

"Holy!"

As soon as he heard the words "Good luck", Ling Zhan knew that reforging the sword bone was not 100% successful, but Jian Wuchen had already left, and the clouds had already enveloped the entire Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

With a muffled sound, the raindrops began to fall.

The icy rain hit Ling Zhan's head, face, and hands, and then soaked the whole person. Ling Zhan's eyes were unprecedentedly firm: Whether this is creation or not, I must get through it!

When Ling Zhan was soaking wet, the clouds began to rub against the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, and a large amount of thunder and lightning were emitted in a moment. Immediately after, the thirty million long sword turned again, and the current generated by the cloud began to converge to one point, heading towards Ling Zhan in the middle of the magnetic field.

Ling Zhan wiped the rain from his face, simply took off the clothes on his body, then closed his eyes, felt the fiery red electric light coming from under his feet, held the sword in his right hand, and stabbed towards the underground platform fiercely.

My life is up to me, not to God!