Chapter 200: A New World

"Ding! The stupid host has obtained the cultivation bestowed by the Lord God, and his own strength has been temporarily increased to the fairy realm!"

Lin Xuan heard a faint sound in a trance, and when he realized the meaning of it, his eyes gradually became a little brighter.

Meanwhile.

Lin Xuan's body suddenly exuded an indescribable coercion, sweeping away in all directions like a tide.

If a cultivator saw him, he would only feel like a huge peak standing in front of him, and he had to tremble and walk on thin ice.

If a mortal sees him, he will feel that he is as vast and unpredictable as the sky, and his majestic momentum alone can make people frightened and convinced.

At this moment, Lin Xuan was surrounded by purple mist, the weather was thousands, and there was a tendency for all things to be born and destroyed, and his figure was also ethereal, if there was nothing.

And his posture is also invisibly, becoming taller and taller. If there was a day in this place, then he could break it. If there is land here, then he can pierce the earth.

Lin Xuan's eyes were as bright as the sun and the moon, and his mana was like a vast ocean that permeated every corner of this strange world.

I never knew what the concept of boundless mana was, and I didn't understand it, but now I know it, because at this moment, he is an immortal with boundless mana.

There was only a purple golden pill left in Lin Xuan's dantian, and there was nothing else to do.

The golden pill is round and round, as if it contains everything, and everything is formed by it.

Tao begets one, one begets two, and three begets all things.

This purple golden pill seems to be that one, enough to turn into the one of all the world.

Lin Xuan clenched his fists, a hint of happiness appeared between his eyebrows, he now had a feeling that there was no place in the sky and on earth that he couldn't go.

He felt that the mana in his body was like the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains, inexhaustible.

"That's what an immortal feels?"

Lin Xuan's eyes condensed slightly, but then he snorted, clutching his chest and coughing violently.

"Ahem!!ahem!!"

In the bewitching cinnabar at the center of his eyebrows, an unknown fierce battle was unfolding at this time.

To put it simply, although Lin Xuan has the cultivation power of the fairyland, it is not enough to master the sword technique of killing immortals, it is like a flood being blocked by a dike, but there is still a part of the water pouring out over the dike~ .

However, this still helped him withstand a lot of damage after all, and the remaining power belonging to the Killing Immortal Sword remained in the cinnabar, which was being compared with the tricks he had comprehended.

The sword moves that Lin Xuan had learned came one after another, and he was also distracted at the same time to create new sword moves to resist the Immortal Killing Sword Technique.

Thousands of sword moves are fleeting, but even so, they are still difficult to support alone, and they can't really stop the power of the Killing Immortal Sword.

The elephant is invisible, and the sound is loud. Listen to the thunder in the silent place, and see the prosperity in the colorless place.

All kinds of struggles exist invisibly, although they are not visible, but they are definitely earth-shattering battles.

If Lin Xuan relaxed for a moment, it would cause unpredictable consequences.

Countless wonderful sword lights were born in the cinnabar, and they also dispersed in it, and if those sword moves appeared in the world, they would definitely become the world's best and majestic peerless swordsmanship.

It's a pity that no matter how amazing the competition there is, Lin Xuan is the only one who can perceive the scene inside.

"Ding! a new world has opened, and you stupid you are about to be sent over in ten seconds!"

"Task 1, defeat the Demon Venerable and the God of War who are at the peak of the world!"

"Task 2, make trouble in the Heavenly Palace!"

"Task three, leave an indelible mark in the major cultivation sects!"

"Mission Failure Penalty: Obliteration!"

"Ding! Before the host reaches the next world, there will be a fairyland cultivation!"

Lin Xuan's eyes sank, and there was no superfluous expression on his face.

Now all his energy is spent on creating new sword moves and changing his sword technique, and he doesn't pay much attention to the voice in his head.

"Ding! Crossing begins!"

"Ten...... Nine...... Eight...... Seven...... Six ......"

"II...... One ......"

"Boom!"

Lin Xuan's mind was buzzing, his eyes were completely blank, and then he lost consciousness......

......

Yuzhou City, Yong'andang.

A child of thirteen or fourteen years old, dragging a man, walked down the street at an extremely slow pace.

His eyes are cunning, and his body exudes an indescribable aura, which is a bit like a white cloud in the sky, giving people an easy-going feeling.

Now he seemed to be happy, and a smile was always on his lips.

A middle-aged man walked by, his figure was a little rickety, and his hands were covered with calluses.

When he casually glanced at this strange scene, his face was full of doubts, and then he asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing in Sedum, who is the man with you?"

The middle-aged man glanced at Sedum a few times, and after seeing the man he was holding in his right hand, his face couldn't help but be a little surprised.

In his opinion, the man in a coma was very beautiful and temperamental, just like the noble son in Chang'an City, who was obviously from a large family.

However, Sedum's kid is just a poor man, his parents have not been around since he was a child, he has two followers to take care of, and his boss is still a well-known miser, so it is impossible for such a poor boy to have anything to do with that guy.

"Hey, hey!!"

Sedum smiled, he turned around and glanced at Lin Xuan, his gaze stayed on the long sword behind him for a while, and then replied in a low voice: "He is my master, he was injured a little when he was doing chivalry before, and now I want to take him back to recuperate." ”

The cold wind blew, and the pedestrians who came to play on the road couldn't help but grab their clothes, and they didn't even care about Sedum's movements.

"You kid, don't make trouble!" the middle-aged man shuddered, didn't say anything more, and walked into the distance.

"Hey, hey!"

Sedum looked at the disappearing back in front of him, he shook his head and grinned.

"This man must be a master!"

He looked at the scabbard on Lin Xuan's back, and his eyes became hot, a person like this who never left his sword must be a top hero.

In fact, Sedum didn't tell the truth to the middle-aged man, the fact was that he picked up Lin Xuan when he got up early this morning to hunt outside Yuzhou City, and he fantasized about becoming a sword immortal admired by everyone every day, so he decided to take Lin Xuan home.

In his eyes, Lin Xuan must be a famous swordsman in the world, he has seen many martial arts masters in Yuzhou City, but none of them have Lin Xuan's bearing.

Now his action can barely be called a life-saving grace, and as a benefactor of a great master, of course, he can learn some moves with peace of mind.

With such a thought, Sedum tirelessly dragged the road for more than ten miles, but instead of feeling hard, his heart was full of expectations.

"I saved your life, you must not live up to my kindness!"

Sedum wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, teased a few words, and took another step.

Yong'andang.

Sedum took Lin Xuan back to his room and took care of him for nearly a month, but he still looked half-dead.

To be honest, Sedum was so unhappy that he even wanted to throw the guy out of his bed.

In order to make Lin Xuan rest comfortably, he gave up his bed and squeezed together with Mao Mao's little fat man every night, which also caused his current physical condition to be very bad.

He stared at Lin Xuan with a sad face, and when he saw the saber and the big red umbrella behind him, his face became even more ugly.

Sedum not only has a talent for identifying antique jewelry, but also has a knack for keeping a knack for keeping them, in other words, he knows many, many treasures.

Based on what he had seen and heard, of course, he couldn't see how extraordinary the Broken Sorrow Sword was, he just thought that the matching sword behind Lin Xuan was a very ordinary iron sword.

Thinking of this, Sedum was even more mixed, under his brain, Lin Xuan became a rich young master of a big family, took a broken sword by himself, and secretly ran out of the house to roam the rivers and lakes.

Such a person can't seem to teach him any great skills at all!

"Alas!"

Sedum sighed, a look of pity in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

His own life is difficult, and there is no need to worry about others.

"Crunch!"

With a soft sound, the wooden door was slowly pushed open.

A thin, white-haired middle-aged man walked in with a bowl of hot porridge, glanced at Sedum with disdain, and casually left the bowl on the table.

"The pawnshop hasn't made much money these days, you eat this with Mao Mao and Biping, you have to be serious in your work recently, otherwise you will have good fruits to eat!"

"Better pray that half-dead creature wakes up soon, I don't take the rubbish!"

"Humph!"

The visitor snorted coldly, and then turned away with a disgusted face.

"Suck blood!"

Sedum's eyes froze, looking a little angry, and a muffled voice came from his throat.

A cold wind is blowing.

He shuddered, and quickly rubbed his hands to keep warm, looking a little helpless.

Now he can't protect himself, as if there is no need to care about the life and death of others.

"Alas!"

A heavy sigh echoed through the empty room, and finally dissipated into the wind.

The house he lived in had only a simple bed, a wooden table and a chair, which perfectly interpreted the word "four walls".

"Forget it!

Sedum shook his head, not thinking about the bad things in life anymore.

He exhaled slowly, turned his head to look at the hot porridge on the table, and smiled slightly.

For him, drinking a bowl of hot porridge in this weather is already a luxury.

Perhaps it was precisely because of the poor living environment that he clearly knew how difficult life was, so he developed an easy-going, cheerful, and uninhibited temperament.

"Who!!"

"What's going on!!"

Sedum lowered his head, just about to enjoy the hard-won food, but was surprised to find that the steaming white porridge was no longer in the bowl.

He gasped, his face full of shock, and then jumped up from his stool and looked around.

He had remained in the house and was sure that there was no one else alive but him.

But the cruel truth is in front of you, the smooth and steaming bottom of the bowl also proves that there are traces of someone else's existence.