How amazing is this sword?

The mist is thicker, and the moon is lighter.

All the brilliance of heaven and earth has converged into this emerald green sword light.

The immortal sword intent made the heavens and the earth lose their color.

The sword light had reached the bottom of the light bowl.

The light bowl is on the verge of collapse.

Jing Wutong's Soul Eater Breath had already chased back to this place, merging with those Soul Eater Breaths that had been cast at the bottom of the bowl.

The emerald green sword light became a force that lifted the sky, and it seemed that a sword was going to pierce the bowl containing the glossy pulp, or pierce the slurry held by the light bowl.

Li Youzhi in front of the crack threw the fishing rod in his hand, this was his last resort.

This fishing rod was originally an oblique branch of a green bamboo on the summit of Jianming Peak in Xianju Mountain.

It was a secret treasure brought by a wandering spirit nearly a thousand years ago.

Liuling Xianju Mountain, on the peak of Jianming Peak, knocked out an irregular pit, ice and fire in the pit coexist, the fire does not melt the ice, and the ice does not go out. The celestial phenomena are untracked, but every time they appear, they will definitely bring a secret treasure to this continent.

At that time, Li Youzhi had just stepped into the threshold of this Mahayana, and it was the time when he was in high spirits, but at that time, Xianju Mountain was withering, and it was even almost unsustainable.

As soon as the news of Liuling's secret treasure spread, all forces began to move, and Xianyang Town under the mountain gathered a large number of monks, and a single spark could ignite the entire town.

Even if there was a great protection array, he still felt that it was not enough to be safe, and in desperation, he promised the benefits of all the spirit stones of a spiritual mine, so he reluctantly invited Li Youzhi, who was in the limelight at that time, to protect the mountain.

This protection lasted six whole days.

In Xianyang Town under the mountain, those ill-intentioned people saw this white mole protecting the mountain, and no one dared to challenge it.

Li Youzhi watched the green bamboo break through the ground and sprout in the pit where ice and fire coexist.

In the first five days, the emerald bamboo shoots only pushed up an inch above the ground, and Li Youzhi was still worried about whether the ice and fire would damage the seedling.

But the young bamboo shoots were crystal clear and emerald under the moisture of ice and fire.

It was not until the evening of the sixth day that the bamboo shoots broke, and in the following hour, more than ten knots grew wildly, and the position of the fifth knot was forked, and a branch that was much smaller than the main trunk grew.

In another hour, the leaves bloomed, the flowers fell, and the whole bamboo was completely jade.

After jaded bamboo, the main trunk is unusually thick due to the position of the first section of the bamboo, and then it suddenly becomes thinner after going up, until the tip, it looks faintly like a sword, and the branches are uniform gradients, and there is nothing special to see.

Li Youzhi fell in love with this bamboo at a glance, but after all, it was the creation of Xianju Mountain, and it was not easy to use.

At that time, the mountain master saw that the secret treasure had grown, but he didn't know how to use it, so he consulted Li Youzhi.

Li Youzhi has never had such an encounter, but it is not easy to show it in front of everyone in Xianju Mountain. After checking the bamboo for a long time, he couldn't see the mystery, so he casually touched the branch, but he didn't expect the fork to fall off immediately, and the branch fell into Li Youzhi's hand, and then quickly shrunk, shrunk into a piece of emerald green bamboo leaves and soaked into Li Youzhi's palm, and disappeared.

The people of Xianju Mountain were shocked when they saw this, separated Li Youzhi from the bamboo and surrounded them.

Li Youzhi was also stunned, looking at the inner house, but found that the bamboo leaves fell quietly on the dantian, and the dantian was set off green, which was very good-looking.

The most important thing is that from the bamboo leaves into the body, Li Youzhi's limbs are surprisingly Shutai, as if there is a stream slowly flowing through the meridians, gently washing away the residual impurities in the meridians.

At this time, Li Youzhi understood that this must be an opportunity, and it was definitely impossible to miss it.

So he negotiated with the then mountain owner of Xianju Mountain, and he didn't want all the spiritual mines, spirit stones and other things, and only asked for this bamboo leaf.

Xianju Mountain saw that the wood had been completed, and Li Youzhi had entered the Mahayana realm, and it was probably not enough for him to fight in the stiff mountain, so he had no choice but to agree.

As for the main trunk of bamboo, everyone in Xianju Mountain pushes the mountain master to accept it.

But the strange thing is that no matter how he touches it, the trunk is indifferent and does not react in the slightest.

Only then did everyone understand that this secret treasure was a thing that recognized the Lord, and they were afraid that only Li Youzhi had the ability to use it.

The mountain owner was unwilling, so he invited everyone in Xianju Mountain to take turns to test, but there was really no response.

The mountain lord sighed, it seems that this secret treasure must not belong to Xianju Mountain, so he asked Li Youzhi to take it.

Li Youzhi was in the middle of it, and he was full of anticipation to touch the trunk, who would have thought that there was no reaction.

Including Li Youzhi himself, he was taken aback, and couldn't help but wonder in his heart, who is the main person in this backbone?

When everyone was at a loss, there was a sound of gurgling in the pit, and everyone saw that a white little boy came out of the soil at the bottom of the pit, sucked and sucked, and sucked the ice and fire into his stomach in a few strokes, and before everyone could react, he hugged the first section of the bamboo with both hands, and after a flash of green light on the bamboo, it was pulled up by the little boy.

After that, it was the same as Li Youzhi's experience, the whole bamboo turned into a bamboo leaf and disappeared into the palm of the little boy's hand.

In an instant, the celestial phenomena changed greatly, the wind and clouds surged, lightning and thunder, and somewhere in the mountain behind Xianju Mountain, a low roar sounded, and the mountain guarding beast that had been silent for hundreds of years was awakened.

The divine beast flew to the Sword Peak and exhaled a rich aura that enveloped the little boy.

The little boy was not frightened, but fell asleep soundly in this aura.

The divine beast looked at everyone, and his eyes were full of warning.

Seeing this, the mountain lord led the crowd to kneel on the ground, and the divine beast looked at the little boy meaningfully, glanced at the kneeling crowd, and then nodded with satisfaction and returned to the back mountain.

That little boy is now bamboo, the symbol of Xianju Mountain and even the entire Western Zhou Dynasty.

Compared with Bamboo's seemingly breezy life, his birth is really a legend.

And this emerald green sword light, and this fishing rod, after all, are of the same origin, Li Youzhi thinks that maybe the fishing rod can really balance this sword light.

The fishing rod was thrown to the bottom of the light bowl by Li Youzhi, and it was connected from end to end to form a ring.

The emerald green sword light sparked in front of the ring, and it seemed to be worried.

The ring that the fishing rod turned into did not stop, but hugged the sword light and forcibly incorporated the sword light into the ring.

Seeing this, Jing Wutong's soul-devouring aura at the bottom of the light bowl quickly gathered, and then diffused, wrapping the fishing rod and sword light.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Although the slurry in the light bowl showed signs of churning, it was still being contained after all, and it seemed that it could not spread near this rift.

"Let's go now!" Jing Wutong turned around and looked at the rift, as if he wanted to see what the scene was in the rift.

"Let's go. Li Youzhi also judged the current situation clearly, this world is categorically unable to stay, and the mystery can only be left to future generations to solve. He caught up with Jing Wutong, "Let's go, I'll go with you to thank your Heavenly Dao, and you follow me to see the guy playing tricks behind here." ”

"Still not dead?" Jing Wutong looked at Li Youzhi with disdain, "The way of heaven cannot be violated." ”

"My life is up to me!" Li Youzhi said angrily.

Jing Wutong shook his head helplessly and smiled.

Li Youzhi looked at Jing Wutong, and a smile gradually appeared on his tense face.

The chasm was within reach.

One of Jing Wutong's feet had already stepped on the edge of the rift.

But at this moment, the two of them sensed danger at the same time, because under the huge bowl of light in the distance, there was a tear and a burst at the same time.

The bamboo leaf that was once attached to the dantian, Li Youzhi felt more and more blurred, and the connection between the natal object was interrupted.

Jing Wutong's eyes were black hollow, and gray tears kept flowing out.

Under the light bowl, a green light exploded.

The bottom of the bowl exploded, and the gray soul-devouring aura was shattered into the air.

In the center of the green mang, the sword light was completely attached to the fishing rod.

The rod was already as straight as a sword.

The sword has been raised.

Li Youzhi was shocked, the bamboo pole with the same root and the sword light of the bamboo sword seemed to be fused together, but the owner of the bamboo pole was no longer himself.

The bamboo in Xianju Mountain has finally become the real owner of bamboo.

The sword had been swept into the slurry that was about to be freed from solidification.

The green mangs in the gloss are flourishing, gradually blooming from the cracks in all directions.

The gloss was boiling.

This boiling quickly spread towards the rift.

The sword passed through the solidified slurry of the Heavenly Tribulation, stirring the boiling of the slurry, and when the tip of the sword pierced through the top-solidified surface of the slurry, it was like a fresh bamboo shoot cutting through the cracked soil and poking out its own green branches and leaves.

This sword seems to be still in the world, but it has already jumped over the world.

The position of the light bowl finally cracked completely.

The gloss poured down.

It fell in the sky above the island city and on the brilliance of the lamp on Laoshan Mountain.

Neon flashes in a place where brilliance and glossy paste intertwin.

The lamp on the top of Laoshan also flickered.

Flickering on and off, the light of the lamp flickered between clear and dim.

The slurry poured out, and the lamp on the top of the mountain went out!

The bamboo poles that were in the sky were finally exhausted and floated away in the direction of the rain cliff.

Between the rift in the deep space and the light bowl, the road paved with light slurry, boiling and spreading, like a backward tide surging from low to high.

Wherever the tide passed, the gloss no longer poured, but became violent, and became a real light.

The spread of light was a hundred times faster than that of the tide, and without stopping, it had already drowned the rift and the two people who could have stepped into the rift.

The rift became a shallow shadow.

In this shallow shadow, there are two faint barely visible figures, one is extremely cold, and the other is lonely like smoke!

The child in the dragon scales flew farther and farther, but his eyes could still clearly see this scene over the island city.

The child knew that it was the man who made him see it.

He wanted to make himself remember these things, remember these people.

On the Huilan Pavilion, Qi Yuntian dragged the box and jumped onto a small boat, and rowed weakly to the south shore of Daocheng Bay.

At the top of Qiyun Mountain, the Great Protector who finally finished reciting the sutra bowed to the people of Qi Tianzong who looked at each other, pronounced the Buddha's name, turned around and left.

Returning to the beachhead of Longwan, Daojun wiped the blood stains from the corners of his mouth with a silk handkerchief, looked up at the starry sky, and burst into tears.

On the top of the cliff praying for rain, the young man under the old apricot tree watched a short bamboo pole fly back to the long box, and breathed a sigh of relief in amazement.

In the meditation room in the depths of Tantuo Temple, the young Zen man bowed respectfully in the direction of the island city and sighed, "This sword is really amorous!"