Boom!

Wang Changsheng's figure flew out directly from the Spirit Hall and smashed into the Spirit Hall City, immediately stirring up thick smoke and dust.

Burst!

Wang Changsheng, who flew out upside down, smashed out a deep pit, and directly spurted out a mouthful of blood, staining the placket on his chest red.

"Let me squirt blood at every turn, do you think I have a lot of blood?" Wang Changsheng said helplessly.

"Shaft!"

Just when Wang Changsheng was not angry in his heart, an angry voice came into Wang Changsheng's ears.

"Who?"

Wang Changsheng was immediately surprised: "Who is talking?"

Looking around, I saw that the monks present had puzzled looks in their eyes, no one was angry with him, but Wang Changsheng was very sure that someone was definitely scolding him just now.

"Isn't that the one who was slapped by Gu Ming?"

"It's a bit like, it's the one who figured out how to take the sword in the Hidden Sword City!"

"I just saw him knocked out of the Spirit Temple?"

"Are you sure you read that right?"

"Of course that's right, otherwise, who would have smashed themselves into the ground?"

"Yes, I was in the Hidden Sword City before, the one who blocked the ancient underworld"

Many monks looked at Wang Changsheng, and they all had doubts in their voices.

Yes, Wang Changsheng told these people how to take the sword, but these people didn't remember Wang Changsheng at all.

Wang Changsheng didn't pay attention to so much, and looked at the Langcang Sword who was also lying in the deep pit, revealing a solemn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken," Wang Changsheng said solemnly in his heart: "Just now, the Langcang Sword smashed up, and only a small gap appeared in the stone tablet."

The power of the shock was very huge, when Wang Changsheng smashed it down, until he was shaken away by the force of the shock, he didn't even have time to breathe, and in a trance, Wang Changsheng saw that his Langcang sword smashed down, leaving only a mark the size of a finger.

According to Wang Changsheng's estimate, with his current strength, he can smash the strong man at the peak of Jindan with the Langcang sword, and he can also smash it to pieces.

Of course, the premise is that the Jindan peak realm cultivator does not move and allows Wang Changsheng to attack.

A stone tablet that can block the smashing of the Langcang Sword is enough to show the extraordinaryness of this stone tablet.

Of course, what made Wang Changsheng tremble was the scolding voice.

Lying in the deep pit and waiting for a long time, Wang Changsheng didn't find anything abnormal, even the monks who were watching the excitement around him went back to continue cultivating the spell, Wang Changsheng still didn't wait for the voice to continue to speak.

"Did I hear it wrong?" Wang Changsheng was even more puzzled in his heart: "It's impossible."

It's good that Wang Changsheng also has the strength of the Jindan realm, and this kind of thing should not appear if there is such a thing as auditory hallucinations.

After some thought, Wang Changsheng slowly crawled out of the deep pit and cautiously approached the Spirit Hall.

"Hey, that kid seems to have gone to the Spirit Hall again? Didn't he just come out?

"It must be the aura in the spirit hall that made him unbearable, so he rushed out directly, didn't stop, and smashed into the ground!"

"What? Do you still think that someone in the Spirit Hall has done something to him?"

Many monks laughed when they saw Wang Changsheng walking towards the Spirit Hall again.

For these people, they have long passed the age of watching the excitement, and what happened to Wang Changsheng has no impact on them, because the most important thing is to get the spell, and they have already obtained it.

When Wang Changsheng stepped into the Spirit Hall again, he was still shocked by the rich aura in the Spirit Hall.

"This spirit hall, if it can be moved, there will be no shortage of spiritual energy, and there will be no shortage of spells" Wang Changsheng muttered in his heart: "I just can't move it"

There is no need to think about moving away from the Spirit Palace, because even if Wang Changsheng can shake the Spirit Palace, it is impossible to take it away, can't he resist it on his shoulders?

There was no movement in the spirit hall, looking towards the stone tablet, and sure enough, Wang Changsheng saw a wound the thickness of his thumb, which was left by the Langcang Sword just now.

"I'm sorry" Wang Changsheng looked at the stone tablet and said with some embarrassment: "I'm also angry, otherwise, I wouldn't have done such a reckless thing."

There are so many monks who come and go in the Nine Cities of Dengxian and use a sword to split the stone tablet, I am afraid that Wang Changsheng is still the first person.

The key is that with the Langcang Sword in his hand, Wang Changsheng also successfully left a wound on the stele.

"That and that. Can I comprehend the magic?"

Wang Changsheng said with some embarrassment: "I don't have high requirements, one swordsmanship is fine, and it is best to use a two-handed broadsword!"

As he spoke, Wang Changsheng took out the Langcang Sword!

Wang Changsheng didn't practice many techniques, and he often used them against the enemy, that is, the Wild Wave Knife Technique, after the realm broke through, Wang Changsheng's comprehension of the Wild Wave Knife Technique improved by leaps and bounds.

Now that Wang Changsheng has performed the Wild Wave Knife Technique, except for the last sword, everything else has been integrated, and Wang Changsheng has also discovered that the Wild Wave Knife Technique is still a little stretched against the Jindan True Cultivation.

This is the upper limit caused by the spell itself, unless Wang Changsheng can transform the Wild Wave Sword Technique, but for Wang Changsheng, there is such a good place as the Spirit Palace, and it is much more convenient to get a sword technique than to study the Wild Wave Sword Technique by himself.

"Get out!"

"Get out of here!"

As soon as Wang Changsheng's words fell, he heard an angry voice come into his mind.

"Who?" Wang Changsheng was immediately surprised: "Is there really someone?"

The answer to Wang Changsheng was still an angry voice.

"People like you don't deserve to enter the Spirit Hall at all!"

Boom –

A roaring sound came out, and immediately after, Wang Changsheng felt that the spiritual energy in the spirit hall began to surge.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't, don't!"

Wang Changsheng exclaimed in exclamation.

Before Wang Changsheng could resist, a huge force directly crushed Wang Changsheng's body, and Wang Changsheng flew out directly upside down, and once again flew out of the Spirit Hall with glory.

It's still the same figure, it's still the same pit

Even the posture of lying in the pit is almost the same as before.

To be precise, it's not that Wang Changsheng didn't have time to resist, but in the face of this huge power, Wang Changsheng couldn't resist at all!

"Who the hell is it?"

Wang Changsheng roared in his heart: "Li Fusheng, you liar, you lie to me again!"

"Didn't you say that only in the Ninth City can there be people guarding the gates?

Compared with other monks, Wang Changsheng knew more about Dengxian Nine Cities, of course, compared to the black old monster, Wang Changsheng was still a little worse.

Wang Changsheng's understanding of the Nine Cities of Dengxian came from Li Fusheng, who mentioned the Hidden Sword City and the Spirit Hall many times, and even, the Five Elements Mountain and so on.

Li Fusheng mentioned more, that is, the last city of the Nine Cities of Dengxian.

Because, in the last city of the Nine Cities of Dengxian, there is a monk in charge, and the monk is from the Weitian Realm, as for what kind of cultivation it is, Li Fusheng didn't say, but just told Wang Changsheng that as long as he planned properly, Wang Changsheng definitely had a chance to enter the Weitian Realm.

However, Li Fusheng didn't say that there are monks in the Spirit Temple?!

Swindler!

Li Fusheng is a big liar!

Wang Changsheng was once again sure that he was cheated by Li Fusheng!

Wang Changsheng slowly crawled out of the deep pit, sat on the edge of the pit, and watched the other monks enter the spiritual hall, revealing a depressed expression.

Wang Changsheng felt that the sword he had slashed out was like a moat between himself and the Spirit Palace. I want to talk about "Eternal Life Tianque" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~