Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Secret Realm Opens
In the middle of winter, it was very depressed, and the back mountain of the Northern Xuanjian Sect was already sparsely populated, adding a bit of silence.
Just as Yang Ning's sword drawing technique was over, Elder Jiu's thatched hut ushered in a stream of regular customers.
With the arrival of the flowing wind, Yang Ning knew that the so-called secret realm was about to open.
The poison of his own heart, only the jade paste of blood remains, and Yang Ning is bound to get it.
However, Yang Ning was not too worried about entering the secret realm, although he was affected by the poison of the heart and could not use his spiritual power, but at this moment, his sword qi had reached such a realm, and the general danger was enough to deal with.
On the way here, Liufeng heard the sound of a sword whistling, and soon, so fast that he had to do his best to capture the elegance of that sword.
Could it be that Yang Ning's sword qi is complete? As soon as Liufeng thought of Yang Ning, he thought of him.
Yang Ning's age is two years younger than himself, but his understanding of kendo is much deeper than his own, especially Yang Ning's sword heart, which is really firm, and there is not even a trace of flaw.
Such a kendo grandmaster, he is not as good as himself, at least a month ago, he was shaken, because of his master, his heart was disturbed.
Liufeng raised his eyes and looked at the sword marks halfway up the mountainside, thought of something in his heart, and stopped for a long time before he came out.
"The secret realm opens tomorrow." Liufeng said it briefly, and the reason why Jian Wuxiu made Liufeng feel that it was difficult for him to face Yang Ning.
After all, that day, his master openly turned his face with Yang Ning in front of him, and as Jian Wuxiu's apprentice, Liufeng was caught in the middle, which was really uncomfortable.
Yang Ning turned his head and looked at the flowing wind, and found that there was already a looming flame burning on the flowing wind's body, the flames soared into the sky, although the flowing wind did not deliberately release it, but the breath that belonged to the soul fire still emitted.
"Ignited the divine fire?" Yang Ning's sword was returned to the sheath, without any sound, and it was extremely calm.
Liufeng nodded, looked at Yang Ning, his expression was a little complicated, and said, "Do you really want to enter the secret realm?" Liufeng was a little embarrassed, and even said more than once in a month that he could help Yang Ning bring the jade paste of blood from the secret realm.
But they were all rejected by Yang Ning.
Yang Ning said that he didn't need to trouble others about his own affairs, and Yang Ning understood the difficulty of being caught in the middle, but Yang Ning couldn't avoid it.
However, in the bottom of Yang Ning's heart, there is a voice echoing: Deceive people to come to the door, and there is no need to hide and hide.
Yang Ning nodded, and there was not even the slightest change in his expression. As for entering the secret realm, Yang Ning knew that he would definitely not be calm.
In the past month, Yang Ning had a brief understanding of some information about Zhao Chunlei. The fourth in the Sword Sect, such an achievement is indeed enough to be proud of, and because of the individual's excellence, there will always be many people to follow, and it will be accompanied by a lot of trouble.
Entering the secret realm, there must be challenges from those who follow, and even life and death fights, but Yang Ning is not afraid.
One person, one sword, just to be worthy of your heart.
Yang Ning's hand holding the sword couldn't help but tighten.
"Enter." Yang Ning's answer was simple,
Liufeng didn't speak, standing in the cold wind, looking at Yang Ning.
The two stared for a long time.
"Alright, alright, you two." Elder Wine's languid voice came from the thatched hut.
"Stinky boy, are you trying to steal wine again?" Elder Wine walked out of the thatched hut, his tattered clothes swaying in the wind and the bells ringing.
Elder Jiu had already come to several wine jars, threw out two wine jars casually, and said, "Today is the middle of winter, come, let's drink." "Elder Wine himself has picked up a wine jar.
Boom ......
A sip of wine went down his stomach, the smell of wine hung on the corner of his mouth, and escaped in the wind.
The two of them were not polite, patted open the mud seal, and drank bitterly.
But for the news brought by the flowing wind, Yang Ning has been thinking about it for a long time.
After a month, the poison of the heart has not been poisoned again, but the poisonous mist in the heart veins is like a hanging killing weapon, which makes Yang Ning uneasy.
Therefore, for this trip to the secret realm, Yang Ning is imperative and must not allow mistakes.
As for Zhao Chunlei or others, Yang Ning didn't take it to heart.
I still have two drops of thousand-year-old stone milk left, which means that I can shoot twice before detoxifying.
Two chances, Zhao Chunlei, don't mess with me, otherwise a drop will fall on your head, Yang Ning is not a soft-hearted person, and since he turned his face with Jian Wuxiu a month ago, Yang Ning has not thought about being kind.
He is just an outsider, maybe for him, it is a little unreasonable, but Yang Ning is worthy of the heart of a swordsman.
The three of them got drunk and gradually fell asleep.
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The midwinter night passed quickly, and in the early morning, with the cold air, three sword lights soared into the sky. It was as if a new world had opened.
In the sky, there is the power of space.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
With three loud bangs, a whirlpool descended from the sky, completely shattering the silence of the midwinter night.
The entire Northern Xuan Sword Sect was boiling because the secret realm was opened. This is the day when the disciples of the Sword Sect soared to the sky, and many disciples are looking forward to entering the secret realm, getting a large amount of resources, and becoming a human being from now on.
In the secret realm of the Sword Sect, there are many opportunities that make the disciples crazy.
Moreover, Liufeng once said that in this secret realm, and even in the central area, there are not only spirit level swords, but even Xuan level sword skills may appear. Therefore, many disciples will be excited because the secret realm is opened.
Among them, even the core disciples of the Sword Sect like Liufeng are included.
"Five thousand disciples, all can enter."
Jian Wuxiu announced, standing above the sky, with unparalleled sword intent, looking down on the entire mountain range of the Northern Xuan Sword Sect.
"Because this year is more special, the opening day of the secret realm is a little longer than before, I hope everyone is prepared and can achieve their ideal results." Jian Wuxiu announced the rules for the opening of the secret realm.
"In the secret realm, everything depends on oneself, even including one's own net worth, and it may be threatened." Jian Wuxiu said this, above the sky, there was a touch of ruthlessness in his eyes, and he glanced back at Jian Biyou who was standing beside him.
"Therefore, I will consider it carefully."
When the words fell, no one in the square flinched, all dressed in white, although the wind and frost were blowing, they were not moved at all.
What is the meaning of a swordsman's sword cultivation, the heart is indomitable, and the sword can be sharp.
If there is any hesitation, how can Kenshin be eternal.
Jian Wuxiu waited for a moment, nodded with satisfaction, and said, "You are not a disciple of the Sword Sect." ”
The long sword in Jian Wuxiu's hand fell, and the voice echoed in the front mountain of the entire Northern Xuan Sword Sect, annuniding: "Enter the secret realm." ”
As the words fell, a group of disciples chrysalis forward, forming a torrent of white waves.
Nearly five thousand disciples came one after another and disappeared in front of the whirlpool.
With the ripples fluctuating, five thousand disciples entered the secret realm.
Yang Ning and Liufeng were also among them, followed by two people, Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er.
Because of Yang Ning and the others, it made Feng Feiyang and Feng Xing'er very unnatural.
After all, it is already a sure thing that there are two people, and the appearance of two light bulbs for no reason will make anyone feel uncomfortable.
But because of acquaintances, except for some embarrassment, it doesn't hurt.
This is a quiet wilderness, and in the distance, you can faintly see fierce beasts galloping, and elixirs exuding aura......
"This secret place is a little magical." Yang Ning sighed, because the concentration of spiritual energy in the past few years was actually twice as much as that of the outside world, which could be said to be a blessed source for cultivators.
"The secret realm was opened up by the power of the predecessors, and it was originally blessed by the descendants, but because the secret realm has no roots, it has weakened a lot over the years." Flowing wind sighed.
"Okay, the shadow of our predecessors is for us, so there is no need to sigh and grieve for it." Yang Ning looked very open.
In the secret realm, there will be a day when it will be broken, this is the common knowledge of cultivators, but because of the difference in rank, the length of existence is determined.
Liufeng didn't speak, and the four of them walked steadily, gradually walking towards the central area.
According to Liufeng, the entrance to this secret realm is like a random teleportation, with waves of people landing in random places in batches, but because of the danger, those who come in will start from the edge, so that everyone can stand on the same starting line.
In front of a primeval forest, fierce beasts were playing, and the smell of blood would come from time to time. Occasionally, a faint scent of elixir can be smelled.
"Yang Ning, are we going straight to the central area, or?" Since Feng Feiyang learned that Yang Ning was highly poisoned, he was still determined to help Yang Ning, so he had a companion all the way this time.
Yang Ning originally wanted to refuse the flying fist, but he insisted again and again, which made Yang Ning very helpless.
It's just that to Yang Ning's surprise, Feng Feiyang turned out to be in the Sword Sect, not belonging to any of the six courtyards, but following his mother to cultivate in the Sword Sect, and in the past two years, his strength has improved by leaps and bounds, and he has already ignited the divine fire, and he only needs to temper his body to break through the mountain building realm.
Feng Feiyang's talent, Yang Ning did not doubt it at all, although it was only from the small place of Qingming Town, but Yang Ning would always have a special feeling.
For this point, Yang Ning asked himself more than once in his heart, and finally came to the conclusion: It may have been influenced by the dead Yang Ning.
All the way down, soon the four of them came to the edge of the primeval forest. An ancient and heavy breath came to the face.
As we approached the forest, the smell of blood grew stronger.
"Let's go all the way." Yang Ning had to think about the other three.
Although the poison of the heart is dangerous, the opportunity of the three cannot be missed.
The pristine forest, with its damp scent, constantly jumps backwards.
"There's an elixir ahead." Because Feng Xing'er is a girl, her mind is more delicate, and she soon discovered the smell in the air.
"Let's take a look." Yang Ning didn't have the slightest breath all over his body, and he looked like an ordinary person completely.
As for the low-level fierce beasts around, because under the breath released by the three of them, they had long disappeared without a trace.
The human world is terrible, the law of the jungle is the strong, but in the world of fierce beasts, this rule is even more obvious. It is the instinct of the beast to drive away the evil and avoid the evil, and for the invincible, the beast will hide far away.
"Huh?" Feng Feiyang was stunned for a moment and said, "There are powerful fierce beasts ahead. "The windy figure is very elegant in the forest, coupled with a white dress, it is even more dusty, all the way down, taking the lead, rushing to the front.