Chapter 30: Holy Son!

【Land Immortals】

But anyone who is contaminated with an "immortal" must be an incomparably strong existence that can dominate the world.

If nothing else, let's just talk about the grade of this sword.

All swords, spirit swords, magic swords, dao swords, divine swords, fairy swords!

This fairy sword is the strongest sword weapon in the world, and even the divine sword has to be crushed.

In the same way, people are contaminated with an "immortal", and they are also the strongest existence in the world.

If you want to achieve the dignity of a land immortal, there is a necessary prerequisite.

Crossing the catastrophe and becoming an immortal!

In this world, monks in the realm of tribulation are very rare.

And the catastrophe is a matter of nine deaths and a lifetime, and the monks who can successfully survive the tribulation can imagine how rare and rare it is.

There are two types of successful crossings.

First, when the tribulation was successful, with supreme power, he broke through the gate of heaven and ascended to the immortal realm.

The second is that the Heaven Gate failed and could not ascend, and this situation could only stay in the world and be a land immortal.

Land immortals are a limit, and it is basically impossible to soar into immortals.

Because when the monk succeeded in crossing the tribulation, it was the weakest time for the Heavenly Gate, and only at that moment could he hope to break through the Heavenly Gate with supreme power.

If it fails this time, the Heavenly Gate will be consolidated in the future, and there will be no hope of breaking through the Heavenly Gate and soaring to become an immortal.

Of course, there have also been books that record: There are land immortals who want to take the opportunity to break through the gate of heaven and soar to immortals when others are in a catastrophe.

But there seems to be a faint power of law between heaven and earth, and this kind of person who wants to pick up the leak is undoubtedly annihilated, and his soul is directly scattered, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to become a ghost cultivator.

True immortals are not coming, and the land immortals are the supreme powerhouses in this world, there is no doubt about this.

Therefore, in the Taixu Holy Land, there were land immortals, and this information shocked Meng Fan even more than the thirteen-year-old Jin Dan.

Meng Fan couldn't calm down, with a shocked heart, he couldn't continue to watch this memory calmly.

Dugu Jingyun, a young man, cultivated into a yuan baby when he was twenty years old.

Then at the age of thirty, he cultivated into a god, and his talent is also rare in the Taixu Holy Land, and he is truly arrogant.

In his thirties, he was made the Son of the Taixu Holy Land.

The Holy Son is an extremely noble existence in the Taixu Holy Land.

Even people of the level of an elder have great respect for the Holy Son.

This is destined to become a supreme figure of a generation, and Meng Fan can see this memory, which can be regarded as an increase in knowledge.

What a pleasure!

In this realm of innateness, it completely broadens his horizons.

Memories continue to advance.

At this node when Dugu Jingyun was thirty years old, he became elbows and armpits.

When he went down the mountain to practice, Dugu Jingyun met a female disciple of the Demon Dao Fengyun God Sect.

Seeing this, Meng Fan's heart jumped, and he had an ominous premonition.

Because at this moment, he thought about what happened to him.

This kind of story of righteous path disciples and demon path disciples entangled will not have a good ending.

Not to mention herself, Xu Yinrou, a female disciple of the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect, got acquainted with Lin Jinghong, a male disciple of the Demon Dao, and the ending was also not good.

This Lin Jinghong killed the Heavenly Sword Immortal Sect I don't know how many disciples.

The saddest and most helpless thing is that Lin Jinghong, a bastard, is still thriving in the Heavenly Sword Immortal Gate.

The entire Heavenly Sword Immortal Gate has been kept in the dark until now.

What a shame!

It's a pity that Meng Fan knew all this, but he had no way to expose the true face of this Lin Jinghong.

As his memory progressed, Meng Fan's intuition was not wrong.

This Dugu frightened the clouds and fell in love with the female disciple of the Demon Dao.

It's just that, unlike what Meng Fan thought, that female disciple didn't hurt Dugu Jingyun, let alone the Taixu Holy Land.

When the Taixu Holy Land found out that Dugu Jingyun had an affair with a demon path disciple, he directly executed the female disciple of the demon path.

And Dugu Jingyun lost his love, and betrayed the Taixu Holy Land in a fit of anger.

The supreme and venerable Holy Son of the Taixu Holy Land, for the sake of a demonic woman, betrayed the Taixu Holy Land and fell into the Demon Dao Fengyun Divine Sect.

It's as if there is a providence in the dark, and there happens to be a cloud word in the name of this Dugu Jingyun.

And this Empty Silence Sword was also destroyed when Dugu Jingyun rebelled out of the Taixu Holy Land, I don't know what kind of karma it was, and finally fell into the sword mound of this Heavenly Sword Immortal Gate.

This is where the memory ends.

Meng Fan frowned, and his eyes narrowed subconsciously.

"Young people are still too young after all, trapped in love and love all day long, and doing things so impulsively.

The Holy Son of the Void Holy Land has fallen into the Demon Path.

If he knew that there was no woman in his heart and cultivated the truth of the God of Nature, how could he end up like this? ”

Meng Fan was suddenly a little happy, and felt that he should be grateful to Yunxi for that slut in a sense.

After all, it was this slut who made him understand the truth of the world [There is no woman in my heart, and I cultivate the god of nature].

Today's Meng Fan is really completely avoidant of women.

In the future, I will never be harmed by women again!

Of course, thanks are grateful, if he has the opportunity to meet Yun Xi in the future, he will not hesitate to cut off Yun Xi's slut with a sword to express his inner gratitude.

"Hiss......"

After reading the memory, his mood calmed down, and the pain in his body hit again.

The origin of the Dao Sword is not so easy to absorb!

Meng Fan began to absorb the remnant sword origin in his body with all his might, the amount was too large, and he could only eat it little by little.

At the same time, the foundation of his kendo was gradually damaged and became more and more serious.

Fortunately, Meng Fan had the experience of damaging the foundation of the sword path, so he was not too panicked at this time, and he was quite calm.

If it was a different sword cultivator and found that the foundation of the kendo in his body was damaged, he would be scared half to death, full of despair, and feel that the future was dark, and his life would be ruined.

It can only be said that Meng Fan is a person who has seen the world in the end.

After a long time, Meng Fan finally completely absorbed the remnant sword origin in his body, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, the foundation of kendo in the body is a bit miserable, and it is simply full of holes.

If you compare it, the degree of damage to the foundation of the kendo this time is actually a little more serious than the last time when the natal flying sword was stripped away.

But Meng Fan didn't panic at all, after all, as long as he absorbed the remnant sword origin step by step, the injury of this sword path foundation could be recovered quickly.

However, even if it can be recovered, Meng Fan's wave is also a blood loss.

Because in the next few days, if he absorbs the Remnant Sword Origin, he will use it to repair the foundation of the Sword Dao, which is tantamount to wasting several days of cultivation time, and his cultivation will not make any further progress.

It's uncomfortable!

But when Meng Fan thought of the memory of the Empty Silence Sword he had just watched, this feeling of blood loss was swept away again.