Volume 1 Chapter 4 I Met the Lord
"I shouldn't have come in!"
Before the words fell, the three swords had already stabbed at the position of Canglang's Yuan Ying at the same time!
Sect Master Cang was just about to cooperate with a few screams, but suddenly found that it didn't seem to hurt!
Quickly got up and checked up and down, there was no wound on the body!
Didn't hit me? looked left and right, and the sword didn't fall to the ground.
Wait a minute!
What the hell is that on my primordial baby?!
The miniature version of the Cang Sect Master sitting in the Canglang Purple Mansion was his Yuan Ying, and at this moment, the three sharp swords turned into three small swords with the tips pointing down, and they were constantly rotating around the Yuan Ying!
Yuan Ying and Sanjian seemed to be extremely harmonious, as if they were born to be one.
But the Cang Sect Master has been crisscrossing the Jade Extreme Realm for thousands of years, who has any other decorative pieces in the Purple Mansion besides Yuan Ying? Not to mention seeing it, our Cang Sect Master has never heard of it!
This is a bit of a big deal, hold on! Don't panic!
Although Canglang kept comforting himself, he still broke out in a cold sweat all over his body, this time he was really a little panicked, if Yuan Ying was chopped by a sword, he would not even have a chance to take it away.
He looked inward again and observed the situation in the Purple Mansion, and the three swords didn't seem to do anything unfriendly to Yuan Ying, but it was a bit like, well, a bit like protecting Yuan Ying.
Canglang thinks this idea is a bit ridiculous.
Try to mobilize spiritual power, normal!
Inner vision knows the sea, normal!
Mobilize the Yuan Baby, normal!
Drive Yuan Ying to drive away the three swords, can't drive away, this is normal!
Our Cang Sect Master felt that he was standing in front of the boulder with an embarrassed face, quiet for a long time, if there was a gust of wind and a few fallen leaves, it would be more in line with his mood.
Alas... The kind of mind that is messed up and numb, and can't be reasoned with.
So Canglang made the wisest choice ---- ignored.
Keep going!
Canglang continued to walk along the path next to the boulder, but he also kept observing and feeling, and he found that these flowers and plants were not real objects, if he accidentally touched them, these flowers and plants would turn into a burst of white light and dissipate into the air.
While walking, Canglang remembered the terrifying coercion on the boulder just now, and now he realized that something was wrong when he looked back, no matter how he cultivated now, Canglang's state of mind was undoubtedly the Eight Turns Scattered Immortals, even if he encountered the same coercion of the Eight Turns Scattered Immortals, it was impossible to make himself so embarrassed and lose his resistance in an instant.
Except for the same scattered immortals, the five turns of the scattered immortals are basically invincible below the immortals, and the five turns above the one heavy realm and one heavy heaven! This coercion will not be lower than the eight turns, it is impossible to only have nine turns, and the real answer is already coming out!
"Immortals!" Canglang couldn't help but exclaim.
Why does the boulder contain the will and coercion of the immortals, and what is the matter with those three swords, why did they suddenly arrive at my Purple Mansion. Canglang was puzzled, hoping to find the answer he wanted on the mountain, at least to figure out what the three swords were all about, otherwise he would have to worry about them giving him a sword at any time......
The road was safe and sound, Canglang went straight up the mountainside, the winding path continued to extend upward, in a large area of large trees hugged by several people, Canglang saw a corner of the house, so Canglang accelerated his pace.
The situation was unknown, Canglang also dared to observe while walking, and kept an eye on emergencies at any time, and after half an hour, Canglang came to a house.
Push the door and enter, into the eye is a huge Nine Dragon Wall, Canglang bypassed the Nine Dragon Wall from the side, carefully looked back, found that the back of the Nine Dragon Wall Yang carved "Xuantian Sect" three words, look at the handwriting seems to be the same person as the three words on the boulder, behind the shadow wall is a long Yongdao, the stone walls on both sides of the Yongdao are painted with strange patterns.
Canglang desperately suppressed his curiosity and didn't dare to look more, for fear that he would be stabbed by something strange flying out like just now......
When approaching the end of the road, Canglang saw that the end was actually a low house, and the shape was still a little similar to the temple on the ground. But the house was so dark that I couldn't see it specifically, Canglang had the courage to cross the threshold with one foot, and the house suddenly lit up! Canglang hurriedly stretched out his hand to block the dazzling light, and found that the roof was actually lined with glowing pearls, and the walls seemed to be covered with pearls, and several walls were emitting soft light.
"It's really a temple, it's really a luxury!" Canglang saw the offering table inside, and his other foot also stepped into the temple.
But the strange thing is that after entering, Canglang looked around and did not find any tablets or statues for sacrifice, and there was only a lone wooden box on the table.
When I opened the wooden box, there was nothing strange in it, just a wrench with a very ordinary style and no material to see.
Canglang picked up the wrench and looked at it for a while, the outside of the wrench was covered with small scratches, like an antique that had gone through countless centuries, and some patterns were also engraved on the inner wall ring, and it was not sure whether it was a text or a pattern, it looked like something similar to the content on the stone wall of Yongdao, and the divine sense swept the wrench, and there was no spiritual reaction, it seemed to be an ordinary object.
Other than that, there was nothing else in the whole house.
"I've been scared for a long time to catch such a thing!Hey!" Canglang threw the wrench in the palm of his hand in disappointment, "Forget it, it's better than nothing." “
After speaking, put the wrench on his thumb, and prepared to shake off his hands and go out to play the autumn breeze elsewhere.
However, the moment Canglang put on the wrench, the aura in his body boiled like boiling water in a pot!
Frightened, Canglang hurriedly picked up Canglang Jue to suppress the spiritual power that was jumping around in his body, but it was okay if he didn't have luck, Canglang Jue was like a bucket of oil poured on the fire, Canglang felt that the spiritual power in his body had begun to explode, and the spiritual power began to be consumed rapidly!
What's going on?
Canglang hurriedly recalled that he had not encountered any strange places along the way, and after going up the mountain, the only place where he and this space could be regarded as interacting, except for pushing open the door in front of the Nine Dragon Wall, he should not have put on this wrench in a daze!
But this wrench seems to grow on his thumb, no matter how hard Canglang tries it, it can't be removed!
The spiritual power in the body was quickly tossed away by the fingers, and then the powerful immortal-like power appeared again, and Canglang completely gave up resistance at this time: You are the uncle, you can toss as much as you want, you can always leave me half a life.
Then Canglang watched as the wrench sucked the power out of his body, his body drying up at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Suck, suck, suck, it's just a physical body, as long as the sea is not damaged, and the essence and blood are not lacking......"
"You're so ......!"
A drop of essence blood melted into the wrench, fortunately there was only one drop, but this drop of essence blood is already the limit of the current Canglang!
Now that he didn't know if he had time to blow himself up, Canglang, who couldn't speak, thought silently in his heart.
As if sensing his thoughts, the powerful force quickly disappeared without a trace, and the Canglang, which had been drained of all its strength, fell to the ground like a ragged sack.
"Little guy, your cultivation is so low, how can you afford the heavy responsibility of the sect!" A voice with some vicissitudes of life sounded in Canglang's ears.
Someone!
Canglang quickly raised his head from the ground to see who was gloating there! Quickly he just thought, in fact, he looked up as slowly as a king raised his head, it was really miserable enough.
The first thing that catches the eye is a moon-white robe, with long cuffs embroidered with golden moire, and the figure is a little burly.
Keep looking up, it's an old man!
The silver hair was simply tied up by a white hosta, looking full of righteousness, with a momentum of not being angry, the whole person was like a sword that was about to be unsheathed at any time, and his eyes were so sharp that Canglang felt as if he had been stripped naked.
Canglang never dared to underestimate any old man, you must know that the monk can change his appearance and body shape on his own after surviving the Yuan Infant Heavenly Tribulation, so there are handsome men and beautiful women in the cultivation realm.
This kind of monk who can't guess with ordinary people's thinking, Canglang has always been very humble before he figured out the truth and the truth.
"The juniors don't know that this place is the senior's cave mansion, and it disturbs the seniors' practice, so the juniors will leave, I hope the seniors will forgive me!" The posture is very low, this will kill an ordinary person, let alone such a weird old man, it is wise to admit it.
"I wanted you to leave because your cultivation is so low, but unfortunately you are the only one who has ever entered here, and the most important thing is that you still wear that wrench. “
What does this old man mean? Want to take away the master? Be careful that I blow myself up!
"The juniors originally planned to take off this wrench, but they couldn't take it off, it's not that the juniors want to take the seniors' things, the seniors see it!" Canglang continued to admit it.
"Tell me how Xuantian Sect is now, why only you are such a small shrimp here to get the wrench last year!" the old man said.
Canglang didn't know what the relationship between this old man and Xuantian Sect was, but the situation was stronger than people, he didn't dare to hide it in the slightest, and told the old man everything he knew about it. Of course, he didn't dare to say anything about the seizure.
Before the tea was done, Canglang poured beans into a bamboo tube and poured out the bits and pieces he knew.
"You mean, now, you are the only Yuanying Monk in the Xuantian Sect? How is it possible! This is impossible!" The old man's expression was unpredictable, shocked for a moment, incredulous for a moment, in short, he seemed a little unacceptable to this result.
Canglang didn't know how to answer for a while, so he could only let the old man calm down first.
After a while, the old man seemed to accept this result, and his tone was full of tiredness and asked, "Are you the current sect master of Xuantian Sect?"
"Exactly! dare to ask the seniors?"
"I am the last sect master of Xuantian Sect, Xuanzhen!"
Hyun Jin !!
It was precisely because of the emergence of Xuanzhen that the sectarian pattern at that time was disrupted, and the Xuantian Sect jumped from an unknown small sect to one of the best sects at that time!
Because Xuanzhen is the only monk who has crossed the tribulation and ascended to the immortal realm for thousands of years.
"Xuanzhen Immortals?!" Canglang's mouth was open enough to stuff an egg, pretending to be a fairy all day long, this will meet a serious immortal, he has read the memory of Xuanwu, the unlucky man, and knows that Xuanzhen is a big man who was crazy to worship by several generations of disciples at that time, but he didn't expect to dig a pit casually, and he pulled out the big man, and it was really a life where not to meet.