Fu Zhou was fast, looking hard all the way, just wanting to find out what kind of mystery was hidden in the place where the thunder and lightning were shining continuously. It's just that the thunder and fire in the body that flow endlessly like a flood and lack of embankments burn Ren Pingsheng's internal organs and the eight veins of Qi Jing as if he was in a furnace. In the midst of the tearing pain, no matter how he concentrated his mind, it was inevitable that there would be wisps of soul consciousness and consciousness, and he would be distracted and pay attention to the whereabouts of the fire in his body. After holding on to the death, Ren Pingsheng could only continue to exert his outlook in the end, as for where he went, whether it was the cloud-footed thunder or the fire in his body, in fact, even he couldn't figure it out.

The fire mansion where the fire magma flows like lava, suddenly a burst of flames erupts, and the whole human body is in a small world, a blazing fire, and in a moment the meridian acupoint field, all the internal organs are gone, only a Hongmeng heaven and earth, yin and yang are not distinguished, and the qi veins are unknown, just like this sea of clouds.

Ren Pingsheng only felt that this body was no longer mine, but only a source of mine fire that day, burning fiercely and endlessly. The balloon-like skin was about to burst open under the lap of the lava wave. Will it be burned to ashes, or will it end up with a spike of flesh and blood flying in all directions?

Ren Pingsheng didn't know that in fact, he was gradually approaching the foot of the clouds, close to the small world of Fu Zhou, which was the source of the thunder and lightning that was full of fire that day, and the aura of the Fu Qi had slowly become thinner. And the Fu Zhou body has already begun to catch fire. First of all, a thunderbolt burst out from below the deck, like a long whip hitting Ren Pingsheng's body. The skin suddenly stenched with a burning stench, which ran diagonally through a long scar from the feet, especially smoking.

It's just that this kind of flesh wound is not worth mentioning at all compared to the purgatory-like furnace in the body.

Under the whip of thunder and fire, the loopholes in the bottom of the ship became bigger and bigger, not only the thunder bursts in the sky, but also the clouds and mist, and the loopholes continued to pour in. Fu Zhou's small world began to become cloudy and foggy.

Ren Pingsheng struggled to be sane at the last moment, and sacrificed the last batch of talismans to supplement the talisman array.

In the panic, a priceless mountain talisman was also sandwiched by him in the pile of talismans that only begged for a moment of support, a few feet closer to the feet of the clouds.

The loophole was plugged in an instant, and the clouds and mist that originally poured in the Fu Zhou suddenly became clear and clear, and the essence of the form was as condensed as water, but it did not flow to a lower place, it was still like clouds and smoke floating in the air. The essence of water transportation permeates the entire rune boat world. Ren Pingsheng's whole body felt a burst of coolness, and he couldn't help but think about it, his whole body had begun to greedily absorb the not abundant water transportation.

The fireworks in the furnace in the body have subsided slightly, and the skin of the body is temporarily unharmed. It's just that the internal organs and qi meridians are still in a mess, and Ren Pingsheng doesn't know if it has already been burned into a pile of black charcoal.

The little bit of water luck aura in the Fu Zhou is just a drop in the bucket compared to the body furnace. After a while, it was a dry image again, not only were the qi and viscera all engulfed in flames, but even the skin that had just relieved the pressure a little was once again in the heavenly fire. Expanded again, the charge was stronger, and this time it was really going to explode.

It's hard to have the Sorrowful Sky Sword in hand, otherwise at this time, Ren Pingsheng would rather split this talisman boat with a sword!

This low-rank talisman array itself, he can retract and release it freely. However, the rune array is just to open this rune boat heaven and earth, and this rune boat is an isolated heaven and earth contained in the magic weapon of "Pillow Collection", which can be opened for his own use in his life, but he can't do it when he is called and he can come and go.

In the midst of the crisis, the act of looking at the qi technique had become an instinct, and there was no need for him to deliberately do it.

I don't know if it was a conditioned reflex or a dying struggle, in Ren Pingsheng's hand, a talisman of the Warm Tree Nest Gang Talisman suddenly burst out, and the aura was scattered.

The scene in the soul consciousness suddenly flashed rapidly, and the scene was suddenly very different.

There is still a sea of clouds on all sides, but there is no thunder and lightning!

In the distance of the sea of clouds, a big sun, red as blood, hangs west on the horizon of the skyline.

In the sea of clouds steaming by water, Ren Pingsheng did not have time to look at the qi to investigate, and he already felt cold all over his body. I only felt that my brain and body instantly became generally lazy, and my entire soul consciousness was only conscious, and I didn't bother to leave my own small world.

Water transport is like the tide of the sea, surging in, and the furnace of fireworks, although the momentum was instantly suppressed a lot, is not to be outdone, and still burns.

At this time, the inner and outer heaven and the earth are almost one

For one, the water transportation condensation of the entire sea of clouds is, after all, tens of millions of times stronger than the flame of the fire mansion that occupies the small world of the human body. In a moment, the whole human body and the world saw water vapor and clouds and mist steaming. Later, Ren Pingsheng's cool and pure soul consciousness heart lake, he had to search carefully to find a few fires in a barren place. The light of the fire is like a few places in the wilderness of the vast dark night, where it is extremely difficult to find such as bean lamps.

Ren Pingsheng's heart was shocked, he clenched the scabbard in his hand, and subconsciously handed out a sword;

Only then did he remember that the small world of the Fu Boat was the place of the end of this secret realm.

Fortunately, the Qi Hope Technique, which has been concentrated in the entire small world of the human body, has not weakened in the slightest. The world of the human body is not only divided into yin and yang, but also not in ignorance. And beyond the vast water mansion like the sea, there is the fire mansion as thin as mustard seeds, the wood mansion that is like a tree species that has not taken root and sprouted, the ravines and ravines, the barren and desolate earth mountains, and the rusty gold pit with scattered sand. During the period, Guangyang Avenue runs through each other, and there are sheep intestine paths like cobwebs, which reach the five internal organs and hundreds of limbs. It's just that whether it is the Guangyang Avenue or the sheep intestine path, it seems to be in disrepair, and the grass is overgrown everywhere, and there are collapses and fractures from time to time.

Ren Pingsheng's mind moved, and he led the flooded water transportation essence to the lifeless wooden mansion as much as possible.

There are young shoots breaking through the soil, there are dead grass reborn, although the yellow and green color is mottled, there are only a few places, but the atmosphere of the whole wooden mansion, after all, began to seem to be alive.

The pressure of the fire house was relieved at once, and the wilderness was no longer like a bean, but a blue firework that seemed to have been suppressed for a long time pierced through the night sky, winding and snakeming, and disappeared for a moment, and then thunder rumbled, and the sky flickered.

The dead wood and grass ignited in an instant, and it was like a wildfire. The ravines and mountains of soil and mountains, with the accumulation of fireworks and ashes, and the infiltration of water transportation, began to become moist and smooth, and the soil was loose and fertile.

The soil is fertile and goldy, and the rusty gold pit is burned by the heavenly fire, and the rust fades and the golden light appears.

There is a lot of water between heaven and earth, and the earth is fertile due to fire, and the gold and wood are weak.

Between heaven and earth, there are creatures hidden, no one to open up the avenues, and no one to take care of those deserted paths. At the place where the trail passes, there are mountains undulating and ravines vertical and horizontal, and where the avenue passes, there are high gorges such as moats, and there are large abysses or hidden dragons.

Therefore, on the road of cultivation, it is like Yue Linyuan. Only by walking through those avenues and winding paths can you have a chance to be in the sea of alchemy.

Within one day, Ren Pingsheng looked at the thunder pool, opened the mansion in the sea of clouds, and was in the abyss between heaven and earth.

It was also at this time that Fu Tongrui's 30,000 swords broke through the realm and entered Jindan.

Ren Pingsheng's mind was in a trance for a while, only to feel weak and weak, so he lay down in the sea of clouds, and his brain was even more like a mess, and he suddenly made up his mind, and he fell asleep. Only then did he remember that in the land of the end of the law, the performance of the Qi Technique was dozens of times more mind-consuming than usual.

Suddenly, Ren Pingsheng, who was lying in the sea of clouds, came back to his senses and was shocked.

Above the sea of clouds, without the sunshadow ferry, where am I lying here?

He forced a breath, and a carp straightened up, and glanced at his feet, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, although the Fu Zhou Xiaotian has been lost, the hull of the Fu Zhou is still there.

Ren Pingsheng sat down again and gasped for breath; this time he really didn't have the strength to get up again.

Then he saw the bow of the ship, which began to shatter and peel off, and then the deck below the buttocks, which began to crack like a spider's web, and bloomed in an instant.

The entire rune boat was reduced to fragments and fell into the sea of clouds, and Ren Pingsheng was powerless to resist, so he just closed his eyes.

Under the clouds, there was a one-armed boy alone, appearing next to the stone monument of "the end of the world". A slender woman with a slender temperament was not far in front of her, bowing to a middle-aged scribe.

Shen Gongjie took a few steps forward, stood side by side with the woman, and also saluted the middle-aged scribe.

"I've seen the Master. ”

After Fang Liang bowed slightly, his eyes were bright, and he looked at Fu Tongrui more

Eye. He reached into his sleeve, took out an ancient wooden scabbard more than three feet long, and handed it to Fu Tongrui.

"This wooden sheath should be regarded as a small gift for the teacher. Congratulations on finally getting the right time and place. Since then, there has been another Jindan sword cultivator in the world. ”

Fu Tongrui took a deep sheath, took the scabbard with both hands, and thanked him lightly. It's not that he doesn't care about the master's congratulations, but he is not good at greeting people politely, which is his nature.

What's more, the ancient wooden scabbard that sank with tentacles and the potential to take root on the ground, of course Fu Tongrui knew that it was not an understatement in the master's mouth.

Langji treetops, where the immortals live; with wood as the sheath, even if it is an ordinary sword, placed in the sheath all the year round, it can also contain a fairy meaning, and within a hundred years, at least have the rank of magic weapons. If it is a world treasure of rank like Ren Pingsheng's Hengyan, it will take twenty or thirty years at most, and it will be able to cultivate an artifact.

Fu Tongrui was the most pure swordsman, and he had heard the legend of the Langji wood sheath, but he had never heard of such a scabbard handed down from generation to generation.

Therefore, the master's generous gift is of great significance to his future swordsman journey. And Fu Tongrui also knew at the moment that he also understood the meaning of this gift between teachers and students.

Sure enough, Fang Liang said frankly, "As long as you recognize me, a master who is not highly educated, you will always be a student of Fang Liang Dao Academy." Only this time, I came to pick up Ma Xiaoyan. ”

Fu Tongrui's eyes were cold, but the corners of his mouth twitched imperceptibly a few times. After a moment's coldness, the one-armed young man said slowly, "I understand that the master's grace in preaching will be remembered by Tongrui for the rest of his life. ”

Fang Liang nodded slightly, but seemed to be deliberately targeting this poor student, just nodded slightly, and then said indifferently, "Young man is hard, don't be lazy, your kendo foundation has been formed, since the opportunity is not in the Taoist Academy, you should learn the ancient style of Mengmu and move for the sake of learning." Or for you, for the sword. ”

Fu Tongrui didn't answer, but just gave his master a deep bow, and then turned around and bowed his hand to his senior sister Ma Xiaoyan.

The three of them all said goodbye silently, the one-armed boy with a sword went down the mountain, and Xiao Suo's back disappeared into the twilight of the mountain road.

Ma Xiaoyan's eyes flashed, and she sighed, unable to stop the slight tremor of her voice, "Senior Brother Tongrui is still young and helpless, the master let him stay for two more years, in fact, he can't miss much work?......

For this student, who had always seemed to be weak by nature, Fang Liang did not answer directly, but said an allusion that was said to be a prehistoric civilization.

At that time, there was a martial god in the world, in order to create a Qinglong Yanyue treasure knife, a lot of money invited the world's famous craftsmen, opened the furnace to forge the knife for several years, and there were countless scrap iron, and finally it could not be made into a knife. Some craftsmen could not bear the frustration and begged the master of the sword, "There is indeed a saying among the craftsmen and masters that 'a hundred refinements become steel, and a thousand refinements become treasures'; Therefore, the treasure of a thousand refinements, even if it really exists, must not be a thing from the world. ”

The implication is that the craftsman's extremely generous remuneration to the martial god has already been rejoicing, and he is even more disheartened by this shocking act, and he just wants to stay out of it.

The martial god did not force this craftsman, but said, "I am from a rich family, and now I am giving up all my family business to get a weapon." Since you have made sword forging a profession and have a good salary, even if the artifact is not completed, why not lose it? Once the artifact is born, not only will you gain fame and fortune, but this eternal innovation is enough to be unprecedented. ”

In the end, none of the craftsmen left, and the scrapped knife embryos could be piled up into a small hill. In the end, under a certain opportunity of the right time, place and people, the Qinglong Glaive appeared in the world, which not only achieved the eternal exploits of the martial god, but also achieved the eternal reputation of the craftsman.

"In other words, Senior Brother Tongrui, will he bear such an unprecedented time and place?" Although the knot in her heart was slightly untied, Ma Xiaoyan was still worried.

Fang Liang nodded, but he didn't seem to be sure, and then shook his head slightly, but he was categorical, "Thousands of refining can become treasures, and refining waste knife embryos is tens of thousands." The sword is like this, the swordsman is not like this, and if a person occupies an opportunity, he should have a responsibility. ”

When the master said this, his eyes were focused on the burnt and dead wood of the magnolia tree that Ma Xiaoyan was holding in both hands.

That section of dead wood, after being burned by lightning and fire, and then floating and sinking in the vicissitudes of mountains and seas for millions of years, has turned into the quality of jade.